An Odyssey In Prose

Concerning Tiffany...

2012-01-20T14:25:00.000-05:00

Hello, dear Beth fans! I've been working my brain hard trying to come up with a great title for Tiffany's story. More and more I'm liking the title: "Flying With Broken Wings." It encapsulates Tiffany and her story so well. If you've been around very long, you'll recognize this as the working title of my series. However, for the series title I'm liking: "Beyond the Edge of Night."

If you're not familiar with my series, these are stories about hurting people who find the grace, strength, and true love they need after experiencing traumatic life circumstances. So far, my main characters are women, but I'm pondering a soldier boy somewhere down the road and possibly a bitter high school boy (graduate) who finally grows up.

Finding Beth

Beyond the Edge of Night

Book 1

Flying with Broken Wings

Beyond the Edge of Night

Book 2

With these considerations, what do you think of the titles? I really want to know!

The Ragged Edge Recap!

2011-12-14T14:51:00.001-05:00

“See you in Nashville!” The subject line of an email snagged my attention. My chest clenched and I stopped breathing for a moment.

No. Way!

My eyes bounced off the words, too afraid to believe them. I must have read wrong. It drew my eyes again. I couldn’t help myself.

Really? Oh. My. Goodness! Oh, God! Really? Thank you!

Sitting on my couch, my heart and head fluttered then started doing the Snoopy dance. Thrill after thrill shot through me.

I had wanted so badly to attend ACFW in St. Louis this year. I had resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn’t be able to attend a writer’s conference at all, but God had something else in mind… something so unexpected… something so far beyond my wildest expectations… I didn’t understand what God was doing in sending me to a Ted Dekker weekend writer’s symposium. After all, I’m a romance reader/writer. I had never even read a Ted Dekker book before applying for the scholarship. Yet I felt in the depths of my soul that this would be an experience I would never regret and never forget.

"Do or do not. There is no try."
~Yoda by Kevin Kaiser

In my excitement, I promised everyone who was interested a full report upon return. But I found myself so overwhelmed that I couldn’t put the words down. I didn’t know why I was struggling so much. I just couldn’t do it.

It struck me this morning that it’s all about vulnerability. Ted, Tosca, Robert, Eric, and Steven taught us how to be vulnerable with each other in a way I’ve never seen before. Though it freed us in many ways, I found myself still wanting to keep the door shut to non-conferees.

They won’t understand. They can’t understand. Not like the friends I made at the conference... the ones experiencing this with me...

Realizing this, I decided it was time to put fingers to computer keys and spill it… to let you get a glimpse into the soul of this writer. So here goes…

I cannot call The Ragged Edge a conference or a symposium. No. I cringe every time the words come out of my mouth or I force myself to type them. Because that’s not what it is. The Ragged Edge is an experience! An experience I and the other 100 or so attendees will carry with us for the rest of our lives.

The Ragged Edge is aptly named. Ted Dekker, Tosca Lee, Robert Liparulo, Eric Wilson, and Steven James opened their hearts to us. They bled for us. They gave us a glimpse into their writing lives, into their personal lives, into their very hearts and souls to show us what makes them and us as writers tic. In fact, some things are so personal I could never share them with you. It’s simply not my stuff to share. That’s how raw this experience is.

Yes, I said “is” not “was.” Because this experience didn’t end with the end of the weekend. It was only the beginning for all of us who attended.

Ted says we are blue monkeys in a brown monkey world. Not only are we drastically different from the rest of the world, but we bring color to the world. We are the leaders, the forerunners, the inspiration in the midst of a dull, brown world. Writing is an art! An art that shapes, molds, and redefines society in a way nothing else can.

Ted and company also encouraged us to write our hearts out. As writers, our stories are already beautiful. So write them. Sure, we may have to dress them up, reword, rephrase, revise in order to make our stories understood and better enjoyed, but they are already beautiful. God made us who we are. He gave us our own unique experiences in life and our own stories to tell and they are, therefore, beautiful – because they are gifts from him.

The simple act of sharing this with you brings a fresh wave of tears. These words were repeated over and over throughout the two days we assembled. It wasn’t until the closing remarks by Ted that the full force of his words hit me. I told Ted afterward with tears streaming down my face, “Thank you for saying that! And thank you for saying it every time you said it, because it took hearing it that many times for me to really get it.” I had asked him earlier in the conference about how to let my guard down, to feel the pain as I write an emotionally charged scene. So, when I came to him at the end with my words of gratitude, he responded this way: “Just remember what I said. Push through it. Dive in, dig deep and just write your heart out. Let yourself feel it. You can do it. Just keep pushing through.”

One of their favorite sayings is, “Bleed on the page.” This is exactly what Ted was encouraging me to do. He told us in his opening charge, “Readers don’t want your story, they want your heart. They don’t want your words, they want your blood. So, bleed on the page. You have to scream for them to hear you whisper. So dig in, dive deep and scream on the page.”

Here comes another onslaught of tears. I knew this was going to be hard. Don’t get me wrong. This was not a meeting filled with hype to get us emotionally charged. No! In fact, any “normal” person in attendance would have left the place depressed, suicidal, or shaking their heads at all the quacks in the room. They didn’t pump us up with words of fluff -n-stuff. No. They stripped us down to the depths of our souls, exposed our fears, showed us who we are, and then charged us to be that person – the one God made us to be… to not give up… to fight any resistance… to go forth with boldness, knowing that this writing business is lonely, real, vital, blessed, and beautiful.

There were so many things covered over the course of those two days. I could probably fill a book with them. But let me just say that I came home from the Ragged Edge a bolder, stronger person. I came home ready to be the writer I’ve spent years trying to convince myself I am. I came home with a heart filled with a greater love for my family. I came home understanding myself and accepting myself in a way I never had and this in turn changed my outlook on everything in my life.

One Ragged Edge attendee was told that she has a new glow about her. That’s how it is for all of us. We were strengthened in our inner beings. Sound familiar? I now understand what that scripture verse means, because I’m experiencing it.

Even though my heart is screaming at this moment, even though I’m working to put that scream on the page, I know that you only hear me whisper. Some experiences cannot be duplicated in words. They are too intangible… too inexpressible… too sacred. But I do hope you’ve caught a glimpse into what it means to live on the ragged edge where writers tread. And the next time my eyes glaze over during a conversation or I ask for the fifth time in fifteen minutes to repeat what you just said, just know that it’s the writer in me struggling to balance living in two worlds at once. It’s not you. It’s me - living on the edge… The Ragged Edge.

Cracker Barrel GangGo, Blue Monkeys!

Ted Dekker and Linnette R Mullin
Learning to bleed!

Linnette R Mullin And Tosca Lee
Finding that power by pushing through!

Linnette R Mullin and Robert Liparulo
Haven't slapped anyone yet, Bob.

Linnette R Mullin and Eric Wilson
"Eric, I want your shirt!"

Steven James and Linnette R Mullin
Giving the reader what they want!

Kevin Kaiser and Linnette R Mullin
"Thanks for the scholarship. It changed my life."

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Christmas at Tiffany's

2011-12-09T12:01:00.000-05:00

Single mom Tiffany Nash of "Love Beyond the Fray" can barely afford necessities for her two boys. So she saves all the fun things for their birthdays and CHRISTMAS! Christmas Eve is always spent at Beth's parents' house, of course. After all, John and Katy Gallagher were the closest thing to grandparents Jake and Danny ever knew.

Growing up without a mother and with an abusive father, Tiffany determined Christmas would always be special for her boys. On Christmas morning, they would spend the day together - just the three of them. They'd open one present each as soon as they all climbed out of bed and then they'd cook a big breakfast together. Breakfast eaten and cleaned up, they'd open their other gifts. Then, while the boys enjoy their new toys and games, Tiffany would cook their Christmas dinner. They'd end the day by watching their favorite Christmas movies and eating their favorite Christmas foods.

So, why did she have the feeling that this Christmas would be different from any they'd ever had?

What are some of your favorite Christmas traditions? Tiffany wants to know.

Flying with Broken Wings Series

2011-11-08T14:07:00.005-05:00

Flying with Broken Wings Series

by Linnette R Mullin

"Finding Beth"

A run-away-bride-to-be... A southern boy-next-door... A possessive fiance` determined to make her his - one way or another... A seemingly silent God seeking her whole heart...

"Love Beyond the Fray"

A woman recovering from a lifetime of abuse... A friend dealing with his own heartache... A wealthy man promising security... A God who demands she give him all...

From "Finding Beth" to "Loving Tiffany"

2011-10-07T11:05:00.002-04:00

Happy Friday! Here's the latest:

Beth Gallagher is happily waiting to be found by an agent and/or publisher. Her story is written and now it's time to turn our attention to Tiffany. Anyone who read the early version of Beth's first chapters are familiar with Tiffany. Some even begged for her story to be next. Well, I'm pleased to officially announce that Tiffany's story is in the making - "Loving Tiffany." Here's a little blurb to entice you. Just keep in mind that, as with Beth's beginning, this is a first rough draft:

A woman recovering from a lifetime of abuse... A friend dealing with his own heartache... A wealthy man promising security... A God who demands she give him all...

If Tiffany Nash’s nerves wound any tighter, she’d snap like a guitar string. She followed Reece Kemper to his office bracing her self for – What?

“Here we are. Please. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.” When he closed the door, her senses shifted to high alert. “Would you like a Coke? Sweet tea? Anything?”

She faced him, her body so brittle the least little move and she just might shatter. And he wanted her to relax? Get comfortable? Ha! Like that was going to happen.

He popped open a mini-frig that hadn’t been there with the last bank manager. Courtesy of his father the bank president, maybe? His brows raised, but he said nothing more.

She cleared her throat. “Nothing for me, thanks.”

He shrugged, grabbed a Coke and settled behind his desk. She pivoted just enough to face him, keeping the door in her periphery. He took a swig of soda, set the can down and cleared his throat.

“I like what I see.” The intensity in his pale gray eyes unnerved her. She sucked in a breath and took an involuntary step back. He leaned forward, resting his chin in hand. “Since I’ve been here I’ve watched you train new CSR’s, assist the others in the transition of having a new boss, and run the schedule with precision… I’ve never heard a single complaint about scheduling and everyone actually gets along. I have to tell you, I’m very impressed.”

She swallowed hard, clasped her hands in front of her and squeezed tight. “Really?” Was that her voice that sounded so small and… needy?

“Really. I am wondering about one thing, though. What’s up with Beth Gallagher?”

Tiffany creased her brows. “What… what do you mean?”

“She’s listed as full-time employee and yet she’s constantly taking off, working less and less hours. I looked into her work history and the first three years of employment she not only worked every hour she was scheduled, but filled in for others, too. Very strange. I know you two are friends. I’ve been here nine months. Long enough to get to know you both and it seems out of character for you to show favoritism or for her to take advantage of your friendship. So, enlighten me.”

“Beth put in a request to reduce her hours.” She shrugged. “The other girls wanted more hours, so it all worked out. It’s taken some time to find a good balance, but I think we’re finally there.” If he wanted to know Beth’s personal business, he’d have to get that information from Beth.

He tapped a pen on the desk and studied her. Adrenaline fired through her veins, kicking her into survival mode. She forced a blank look and stared right back.

A smile crept to the edges of his lips and he nodded. “I like you, Ms Nash. I like you a lot. I think we’ll work well together.”

In your dreams. “Did you need anything else, Mr. Kemper?”

“Reece. Please. Call me Reece. Mr. Kemper is my dad.”

“All right. And I prefer Tiffany over Ms. Nash.” And not because I like you. I just can’t stand to be called by my deceased husband’s name.

He nodded and grinned, showing off the deep dimple in his right cheek. “Tiffany it is. Your work ethic is impeccable. Thank you for that.”

Her heart fluttered at his praise, but she clipped the butterfly wings by sheer mental force. “I always give my best. Thank you for the recognition.” Her face relaxed a bit as a tiny smile crept to her lips.

“You bet.” He rose from his chair and moved to open the door. His height always caught her off guard. Six feet and three inches was nothing for a five feet and two inch gal to sneeze at. Tiny and vulnerable. That’s how he made her feel and she didn’t like it one bit. At five feet and ten inches, Michael Olivier stood tall next to her, but in a comfortable sort of way.

Michael. When would she see him again? It’s been nearly three weeks.

“I meant what I said.” Reece’s voice jarred back to the present.

“What?”

“You are the best CSR manager I’ve had the pleasure of working with and I really do appreciate you making my transition here so easy.”

“Oh.” She flushed. Totally irritating! What’s wrong with her? “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. After you?” He waved her through the door and followed behind.

His praise seemed sincere and it made her a little light headed. Had any man ever praised her? Well, yeah. For… other things. Things that whispered and echoed in her head, threatening to consume her, but she forced them back. She would not go there.

“I’m off to a business luncheon, but I should be back before closing. Mr. Sanford is coming in to close his loan. I’ll be cutting it close, so can you have everything in order and ready to go? I believe the appointment is for four-thirty?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Four.”

“Really?” He glanced at his watch. “Okay. That cuts the meeting a little close, but…” He looked at her and winked. “Thanks. You may have just saved a sale.” He grinned and her heart lurched.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and looked over just in time to see Michael Olivier step back from her desk. Her heart flipped. She smiled at him, her first genuine smile of the day, and held up a finger for him wait. She glanced back to Reece.

“I’ll have everything ready for you.”

“Good deal.” He rested his hand on her shoulder and squeezed. She froze. “See you later.” He stepped through the half-door separating the bank from the grocery store, gave a little wave and nearly collided with Michael on his way out.

Michael wore an unreadable expression, but his gaze was fixed to hers. Searching her.
Her smile for him still in place, she said, “Hey, stranger. Did you just get into town?”

So, what do you think? Sound intriguing? Want to find out more? Tell me. Please! I really want to know!

What Readers, Writers, & Editors are Saying About "Finding Beth"

2011-07-08T15:46:00.010-04:00

~ Kathi Macias, author of more than 30 books, including the 2011 Golden Scrolls Novel of the Year and Carol Award finalist, Red Ink ~ www.kathimacias.com

"Linnette Mullin is a new voice in fiction, well worth watching. Her writing is engaging and clean, needing only minor edits—refreshing! I, for one, am looking forward to reading the rest of Finding Beth…as well as the other books in the Broken Wing series."

~ Award Winning DiAnn Mills - Author of 54 books including her latest, “Under A Desert Sky” said:

"What fun to read your work! You have the beginning of a great story!"

~ Kimberly Taylor, Avid Christian Romance Reader and my Manuscript Reader/Critiquer/Advisor said:

“Finding Beth is one of the best books I’ve read in a long time! Tackling a difficult topic with grace and hope, Christian ladies will enjoy this romance.

~Anonymous, Assistant Fiction Magazine Editor said:

Finding Beth is a good read that held my interest from the very first page. I look forward to seeing it in print and having a signed copy from the author (and reading the rest of it). The abusive part of the story is on target. Beth's feelings of not being quite certain whether or not she was REALLY abused -- the dream of her abuser and the gun -- very spot on. I hope you find a publisher very soon."

~Jan Lazo-Davis, editor and president of Second Star Creations (Publisher)

"Linnette R Mullin writes realistic fictin that hooks the reader. Her characters are believable and similar to some of my friends. An eclectic reader, moving from genre to genre because I like quality writing, I find quality writing in Linnette's Finding Beth. Linnette is a story teller who enchants women audiences and empowers them to live a better life because they can."

~ Christa Allan - Author of Walking on Broken Glass and Edge of Grace said:

“In addition to being a storyteller, Linnette Mullin has a quality absolutely essential to being a writer: she is enthusiastically teachable.”

~ Mark Littleton – Author of “The Big Bad God of the Bible;” Speaker; Co-owner of HACWN said:

“Linnette writes a good story. After hearing parts of it at critique group, I believe she has a bright future ahead of her.”

~Shanna Groves, Author of Lip Reader said:

I'm hooked. I like how you build suspense and tension through dialogue.

~ Marcie, Reynolds, Avid Christian Fiction Reader said:

"I can't wait to have a row of your books sitting on my shelf. I'm absolutely loving your work. Keep it coming!" & “Beth is so fortunate to find these things out about Kyle before the wedding. Many women would be reached by this story as it is so true to life. I love that Beth is finding that life doesn't have to be like that. Keep up the good work! I love this story!”

~Jessica B, Blog Reader said:

“Hurry up and finish this already so I can buy a copy!”

~ Tricia M, Blog Reader said:

“Oh wow!! Good job! You are drawing me in, which is a big deal, because this is not my usual type of book.”

~ Dennis H, Blog Reader & Christian Bookstore Owner said:

“Excellent. The story keeps you wondering what is next. Thanks.”

~Tommie J, Blog Reader said:

“WOW Linnette, what an awesome story!! I enjoyed every word of it. You left me hungry for more. This book is sooooo good, it would be impossible to put it down if I had it in print.”

~ Bob, Blog Reader said:

“You are a very good writer, it’s very interesting, waiting for next chapter.”

~ Norma from Houston, Blog Reader said:

How wonderful the writing is. I don't know what I'm going to do having to wait for the next chapters to arrive. I am hooked for sure, wanting more, more, more!!! I have to send this website to all my friends... Keep up the great work and best of luck on future books. You have an enormous talent.

"The Inconvenient Marriage of Charlotte Beck" by Kathleen Y'Barbo

2011-06-28T21:05:00.009-04:00

Charlotte Beck is an incorrigible little gal, yet you can’t help but love her. She’s always getting herself into messes and from the moment she steps out into society Alex Hambly has the unfortunate responsibility of getting her out of trouble. While Alex would much rather bury himself in astronomy, he’s too much of a gentleman to say no to Charlotte’s pleas. Of course, she does make very enticing promises – nothing untoward, mind you. If you must know, you’ll have to read the book. ;-)

This is a great story illustrating that love is not maximum emotion, but rather maximum commitment.

The only complaints I have are: 1) Kathleen wasn’t clear enough throughout the book about the internal issues driving Charlotte’s decision making. Nor did she make clear the issues surrounding her mother in the end. That part of the story was confusing.

Regardless, “The Inconvenient Marriage of Charlotte Beck” is a highly entertaining story written in a unique voice and I enjoyed it.

The Inconvenient Marriage of Charlotte Beck (Chapter 1 Excerpt)

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This book was provided to me free of charge from Water Brook Multnomah for their Blogging for Books program.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...

2011-06-16T14:33:00.000-04:00

Tina Shultz swiped her bangs out of her eyes and sighed. The only full-time employee of the local historical society found herself short-handed once again.

After climbing down the ladder, she refilled her paint pan, wishing for even one able-bodied helper. Hearing a low whistle, she glanced at the doorway. Jackson Pearce appeared ruggedly handsome and ready to work in ratty jeans, paint-stained t-shirt, and old cowboy boots.

Her breath hitched in her chest.

“Hey, Beautiful! How’s it going?”

“Hello, Jackson,” she said, praying she didn’t instigate his teasing by landing her face in the paint. Turning abruptly to scale the ladder nearly upset the pan. She breathed a sigh of relief and climbed up to secure it.

“Where would you like me to start?”

Frowning, she waved her hand around. “Take your pick. The whole place needs painting.”

“Grumpy today, are we? Too little sleep and even less help?”

“Something like that.”
“Careful. Your foot is inching its way to the edge of the step. I’d rather you not fall and break your pretty neck.”

Feeling a blush coming on, she faced the wall and started painting again. “Don’t know why that would bother you. It’d only give you teasing ammo.” Mortified that she had spoken the words aloud, she grappled for something else to say. “Why are you here, anyway? Brad said you guys were going fishing.”

“Tina. You’ve only known me, what? Your whole life? Surely you realize by now that I only tease people I care about.”

“In that case, I must be your favorite person.”

“And I cancelled my fishing trip when I heard my favorite person was painting the old school house today. Thought you might need a hand.”

Tina looked down to find rare sincerity written on his face and it unnerved her. This was not a side of Jackson Pearce she was used to. Did he really care about her? An ache tugged at her heart.

“I’ll get a roller and join you.” Equipment in hand, he began painting the bottom portion of the wall in silence.

Tina let her memories rewind.

Jackson had always had a knack for making corny jokes out of her clumsy mishaps. She just thought he was getting laughs at her expense, but now she realized nobody else ever remembered the source of his humor. They only remembered his goofiness. Had he purposely drawn attention to himself to lessen her embarrassment?

Glancing down at him, warmth curled around her heart.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head and, smiling, she worked the paint-roller leftward.

Drip.

Jackson’s arm froze in mid-stroke when the paint hit the side of his head and drizzled into his ear.

Tina giggled. “Oops. Sorry.”

When he looked up at her, she saw both amusement and challenge in his eyes.

Wagging his roller, he said, “So, you want to play?”

Her eyes rounded. “What? Oh, come on, Jack. You know how clumsy I am.”

“Clumsy? Yes! But that was a bit too precise to be clumsiness. Now, you’re going to pay.”

Dropping off the ladder, she squealed and ran across the room only to realize she was now cornered. The table blocked her exit. Suddenly, he lunged. She dodged too late and cold, gooey paint slid down her cheek.

“Gotcha!”

“You turkey!” Tina swiped at her face, making the smudge worse. She wanted to be angry with him. She really did. But a giggle slipped out and before she knew it they were both howling with laughter.

Finally, Jackson set the roller on the table, pulled a clean rag from his back pocket and, dabbing the paint off her face, spoke softly, “You know, you’re awfully cute when you’re playful. Does this mean you’ve decided to like me?”

Tina studied his face. Touched by the tenderness and vulnerability she saw, she decided to be honest. “It’s not a matter of liking you or not, Jack. I thought…You always joke about my… mishaps… I thought you enjoyed having fun at my expense.”

Tucking the rag in his back pocket, he cradled her face. “Tina, I would never do that to you. I never ever meant to hurt you. Forgive me,” he said and, lowering his face to hers, gave her the sweetest of kisses.

Melting, she returned his kiss, absorbing the tenderness of his touch.

Pulling away, he said, “Now. That’s more like it.”

Searching his eyes for laughter, she found sincerity and longing.

“Why-why’d you do that?” She sounded breathless even to her own ears.

“Because I don’t want you to doubt ever again how special you are to me.”

Hope filled her heart, threatening to burst its seams. She gave him a crooked smile and said, “I think you just might have succeeded.”

~Written by Linnette R Mullin

Fun Facts About "Finding Beth"

2011-04-11T14:55:00.000-04:00

I love to read about things that influence a writer in the making of the story. So, I thought I'd share a few of Beth's behind the scenes.

1) Beth is short for Elizabeth - the middle name of the daughter I never had. It means: consecrated to God. Her middle name, Anne, is named for my mom - Joyce Ann, and Anne of Green Gables. "Anne" means: grace.

"The Lake of Shining Waters"
Honeymoon on
Prince Edward Island, 1992

2) I named Adam for two reasons - while he is as human as the first man who represents every man, he strives to exhibit the love Christ shows toward us...to be the man Jesus, who is the second Adam, calls him to be. His last name is Blythe, inspired by the name "Gilbert Blythe" in "Anne of Green Gables" as well as portraying something of the personality of him and his family. Will he follow through or will he allow painful experiences to embitter and harden him?

Belton Memorial Park

3) Kyle isn't named after anyone, though his last name (Heinrich) is a strong name with the intention of showing him to be a strong character with an unbending personality. Will he remain unbending? Will he use his strong character for good?

The World War Monument

Kansas City Skyline

4) I've lived thirteen years of my life in the Kansas City metro area and wanted to share my love and appreciation the area, as well as favorite haunts.

Battle of Westpoint

MO Ozarks on the
Current River
Cousins Grandsons

5) I grew up in the Mark Twain National Forest in the Missouri Ozarks. When I visited the Smoky Mountains on a family vacation in 2004, I totally fell in love and felt right at home in the giant replica of the Ozarks.

Blue Springs, MO

At that time, Pigeon Forge was a little spot in the road with not much more than the Old Mill with the little shops nearby. I found it to be the perfect place for Beth to run to and a perfect place for a southern-boy-next-door to hale from. Many places named in the book are real and hold precious memories for me.

Old Mill District Entrance

Old Mill Restaurant

Since then, Pigeon Forge has grown to be unrecognizable to me. The Old Mill and Old Mill Square are still there, however, along with the beautiful Smokies, so I'll simply adjust my story to portray the area correctly. There is still the 'small town' feel beyond the Parkway, so that helps.

Old Mill Shopping

Pigeon River Pottery

I'm contemplating what to do with books two and three. Originally, Pigeon was going to play a huge part of Tiffany's story. However, only time will tell.

Charleston

Known as "The Pond" by the Mullin Family
Lexington, SC

As to book three? That's a ways off, yet. Who knows? Maybe it will take place in South Carolina. ;-)

Calling All Readers!

2011-03-01T15:36:00.000-05:00

Hey there! If you are one of those who have read part of "Finding Beth" while I had chapters available on line, I need you. Please leave me a comment either on this post or on Facebook and let me know what you LIKED about my writing and what you DIDN'T LIKE about my writing. It's very important for me to know what my readers need and enjoy. I don't write for myself. I write for you. So, please let me know. This will help me know what I should continue to do and what I should change. Thank you and God bless!

Josie and Her Cat by Joyce Scaggs

2011-02-15T10:43:00.000-05:00

Josie stared out the classroom window anxious for the school day to end.

Not only was it a beautiful Spring day which made most the students restless, but Josie had a more pressing weight on her ten year old mind. Her cat, "Tiger," had been very sick when she left for school that morning.

It was 1958 and people didn't usually take their pets, especially strays, to a vet. For one thing they could not afford to. .

When at last the school bell rang, Josie and her cat-loving friend, Sherry, hurried home. The girls lived next door to each with a wooded area between them. Not finding Tiger, they headed for their makeshift play house in the woods. There on the path they saw Tiger. He was dead.

Weeping, the girls found a box to put him in, dug a grave in a clear area near the woods and buried the beloved cat. Then, they said a prayer over him. For the next week they visited Tigers grave. Then the Spring rains began and they were not able to visit in the woods or go to the grave for nearly a week.

The next sunny day, the girls headed for the grave, but much to their dismay and horror there was a brook streaming over the grave. They looked at each other with tears in their eyes and realized they had buried Tiger in a dry creek bed. Once over their initial shock, they burst into hysterical laughter, knowing God would be with Tiger.

(This is based on a true story.)

Writing Prompt - What Was That?

2011-02-04T09:36:00.005-05:00

Hello, all! Sorry I'm behind on the writing prompt. If there's one thing I've learned in life it's that you have to be flexible. You just never know when something will pop up and smack you in the face.

As many of you may already know, my five-year-old came down with the flu this week and ended up in ER. So, instead of going through the writing prompt stories, I've been busy keeping tending him. I will be a week late on posting the winner, but while I'm working out all the little details I'll give you another prompt. Just in case...

"Janie awoke in the middle of the night with the impression that something had just slithered across her foot."

You can either leave a comment here or post a note to me on Facebook - 150-400 words: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Linnettes-Writing-Corner/23510882491?ref=ts#!/pages/Linnettes-Writing-Corner/23510882491

Thanks for your participation and your patience regarding my time delay. I hope to have two stories to post next Friday. Remember, your story is due in by Wednesday at midnight. Cheerio!

Writing Prompt

2011-01-26T12:03:00.000-05:00

Maybe it's just a matter of getting the word out and maybe it's a lack of interest, but I didn't get any takers on last weeks writer's prompt. But, I'm willing to try again, so get the word out.

Send your flash fiction to: LR sot Mullin at yahoo dot com.

I'll read all the stories sent to this address or posted in the blogger comment by midnight of Wednesday, February 2, and post the winning story on Friday, February 4. Please, no adult content. I reserve the right to delete any inappropriate comments, stories, or language. Thank you.

So, here's this weeks prompt:

"Josie stared out the classroom window anxious for the school day to end."

Any Writer Wanna-Be's? Or Writer's With Writer's Block?

2011-01-13T12:54:00.000-05:00

Would you like to try your hand at a bit of fiction? Or maybe you are a writer and suffer from writer's block on your current WIP. Maybe I can help. Simply take my prompt and write a Flash Fiction story of 100-500 words. I'd love to read what you come up with. Simply type or copy your finished story into the comment box (clearly specify if you want me to critique it for you). If the story doesn't fit in one comment, simply continue it into a second comment. If you are anonymous, please remember to leave me a name at the end of your post so we know who to credit.

Here's your prompt:

“His heart twisted as he sat on the couch and watched his five-year-old son giggle at the face washing their dog administered.”

Now, don't be shy! Have your story in to me by Wednesday, January 19th at midnight. I'll read each story carefully and post the winner on Friday, January 21st in next weeks addition of "An Odyssey In Prose!"

Happy writing!

Update on Finding Beth

2011-01-07T19:53:00.003-05:00

Hey, folks! I hope you're new year is going well. Mine has been a slow kind of busy. I have kids at home sick with bronchitis so the house has been somewhat quiet since the New Year.

I finished my first book proposal and sent it into an agent. It will probably take him a while to get to it, so I'm exploring other options in case that one falls through.

Also, the pending title of my book series is:
"The Healing Touch of Smoky Mountain Love"

I'm looking into entering contests. I've written a 400 flash fiction story and entered it into an on-line contest. And I've written yet another short story for Woman's World in hopes they might like it enough to publish it. There are other short stories I'm considering submitting for contests, but haven't decided yet.

I'm also preparing to start Tiffany's story. As soon as I'm done here, I'll open a new document and start clicking away at the keys.

Stay happy and healthy!

Series Title

2010-12-27T19:53:00.001-05:00

I'm trying to finish up my book proposal for "Finding Beth" and need a little help from my readers. I've been informed that the series title, "When Love Leads You Home" sounds too Jeanette Oke and doesn't fit. SO! I need some input.

How do these sound:
"A Time to Heal"
"Dare to Love"
"Love that Heals"
"True Love Conquers"

If you have any other suggestions, let me have it! Keep in mind that my book titles are two words: Finding Beth; Loving Tiffany. So, it would be best to have more than two words in the series title in order to keep from confusing the reader. I need to come up with a good fit by December 30th at midnight. I look forward to hearing from you!

Finally!

2010-11-15T19:53:00.000-05:00

The final edited chapters of "Finding Beth" are now with my proofreader! I'm so excited. While I wait for her to return it to me, I have to draft book proposals for prospective agents. I would appreciate prayer as I undertake this daunting task. And pray I find just the agent I need, as well.

In celebration, I have posted chapter eight of "Finding Beth" on my website: http://www.linnettemullin.com/. Be sure to check it out. Trust me! You don't want to miss this episode!

Congratulations!

2010-11-01T20:10:00.000-04:00

For those of you who entered the drawing to win a character in "Loving Tiffany" named after you, thank you! The results are in and the winner is (drum roll, please!) .......................................................................

Kimberly Taylor!

Congratulations Kimberly!

For those who didn't win, stay tuned throughout the writing of "Loving Tiffany." You never know when I might need a name for another character!

It's Official!

2010-10-31T19:33:00.000-04:00

"Finding Beth" is now a complete manuscript! Praise God for all the help he has given me - in fortitude, imagination and the aid of others who have helped me with technical matters. There is still self-editing and proofreading to do, but the final sentence has been written.

Once the editing and proofreading are done, I'll update my proposal and then send it off to an agent. I have three agents in mind and am praying about which one to try first. Keep the prayers coming!

I want to thank you all for your prayers and loving support! Many of you have been with me every step of the journey from the beginning til now, encouraging me to get it done so you can read it. I cannot tell you how precious and necessary your encouragement has been in the process of writing Beth's story. Thank you and God bless!

Finding Beth - Chapter Three

2010-10-28T14:02:00.000-04:00

Beth sat staring out the window as she munched on her chicken burrito. Ruminating over the day's events, she could hardly believe she had been in Kansas City just this morning. Catching her rescuer’s reflection in the window, she turned to smile at him.

“Hi,” she said.

"Hey, there. I never did introduce myself. I'm Adam Blythe. Mind if I join you?"

Beth gestured for him to sit and said, "Not at all. It's nice to meet you, Adam. I'm Beth Gallagher.”

"Thanks. It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. So, what brings you to Paducah?”

Wariness swirled in the pit of her stomach.

He must have read it in her face as he nodded toward the parking lot and said, “I noticed your Missouri tags.”

Still a little uncertain, she said, "Oh. I’m just passing through. How about you?"

"Actually, I’m from Tennessee,” he said. “I'm just visiting a college buddy. His dad had knee surgery, so I took a couple weeks of vacation to lend a hand on the farm.”

“You’re using your vacation to work? On a farm?”

Adam shrugged as if it were no big deal. “My buddy needed help, I needed time away…it worked out for both of us.”

Beth raised an eyebrow in amazement. Kyle would never give up precious vacation hours to help someone - especially if it meant physical labor.

“Well, that’s good.” Overcome with curiosity, she asked, “So, if you work while on vacation, what do you do for work?”

Adam hesitated as though deciding how best to answer her question. “I help manage the family business. Nothing spectacular. What about you?”

“Nothing nearly as glamorous as running a family business. I’m just a lowly bank teller.”

Suddenly, she threw her hands up and looked at him wide-eyed. “Oops! I forgot. We’re not supposed to call ourselves bank tellers anymore. We’re CSR’s – Customer Service Representatives.”

Adam let out a hearty laugh over her dramatics and said, “Well, now. That sounds pretty important.”

“Yeah!” Beth rolled her eyes and shook her head as she laughed. It felt good.

Smiling at her, he said, “Actually, it really is an important job. I wish our “CSR’s” were a little more people friendly. They act like they’re too good to wait on anybody just because they’re employed by a bank.”

“Yep. I know the type. Have to work with them.” Beth smiled and shook her head.

They shared in small talk for several more minutes while finishing their supper. Adam seemed like a genuinely nice guy. His dark blue eyes were lucid - a sign of a man with a good conscience her father would say. But, how could she be sure? She had been certain about Kyle at one time, too.

As doubts niggled their way into her mind, an uncomfortable tightness formed in her chest. Get a grip, Elizabeth. If he were out to hurt you, he would have done it by now. She forced herself to shake off the doubts and then he pointed to her ring.

"I'm surprised your fiancé let you out of his sight," Adam said just before he took a bite.

Too startled to hear the teasing in his voice, Beth gave him a questioning look. "Is that a typical male attitude?"

Adam’s chewing slowed as he studied her. Swallowing, he shrugged and said, "It's normal for a guy to be protective.”

Still pensive, Beth stared down at her empty burrito wrapper.

"Hey. You ok?" Adam's voice spoke low and gentle.

Glancing at him, she saw real concern etched in his face. A picture of her brother flashed through her mind, sending a shaft of pain through her heart. She turned and squinted out the window as waves of emotion poured through her.

Trying to shake off Josh’s image, she said, "I don't know." Her voice sounded far away…lost…even to her own ears.

Quiet for a moment, Adam cleared his throat and said, “You think it’s more than just protectiveness?”

Hearing concern in his voice, Beth turned to study him. Sensing he was genuine, she shrugged and gave him a weak smile.

"I don’t know. I guess…I’m not sure I even know who he is anymore. He… I heard…. There’s this girl…” She winced. “I need to go,” she said and started gathering her trash.

Adam collected his mess, too. They emptied their trays into the trash bin and walked outside.

"So. Are you headed for the Smokies?"

Beth paused on the sidewalk, looked up at him and grinned. "So what else has God told you about me?"

Adam chuckled and shrugged. "Most people passing through here are either headed to Nashville or the Smokies. I just took a guess."

Taking note that he smiled rather than flinched whenever she mentioned God, Beth shook her head and laughed. “Well, you guessed right.”

"I have connections in Pigeon Forge if you’re interested in staying there.” He took out a business card and scribbled a note on it. "Here. Take this card. Give it to Jerry Taylor at the Pigeon Forge Land Company. He maintains cabins and cottages in the mountains. His wife is a real sweetheart. They can fix you up in a little cottage just outside of town. It’s only a hundred dollars per week or twenty-five a night - cheaper than a hotel and a lot homier. I think it would be just the thing for you.”

Feeling a little uncertain, but interested in the price tag, she said, "Oh. Okay. Thanks.” She took the card and slipped it into her purse.

”No problem.” Clearing his throat, he said, “This is going to sound a little strange, but…”

Beth’s shoulders stiffened with tension as she braced herself. Studying him, she tried to determine if he had any ill intentions.

“…well, I’m a bit worried about you traveling alone.” Hands in his back pockets, he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. “Forgive me if you think I’m meddling and being forward, but I’d like to give you my number. You know…just in case… I, uh…I hate the thought of you sitting on the side of the road again.”

Feeling a measure of relief, Beth giggled and said, “You’re as bad as my friend, Tiffany - worrying about me and my gas gauge.”

“Well. You did mention you have a habit of running out of gas.” His dimpled grin was sheepish and her heart melted. She couldn’t help but like and trust the man at least a little.

“Okay, okay. You’re right. And I have to admit, it would be nice to have a local helpline since Tiffany isn’t here to rescue me from myself.” Beth plugged his number into her phone and before she thought better of it, gave him hers, as well. Climbing into the car, she rolled her window down and put the key into the ignition.

Leaning both hands on the door, Adam said, "Be safe, okay? I'll be praying for you." His eyes and voice emanated warmth and sincerity, and Beth felt her remaining reservations about Adam melt away.

Josh’s loving face flashed through her mind again and she wondered. Where were you two years ago, Adam Blythe? Swallowing hard, she looked away to blink back the moisture filling her eyes.

"Call if you need anything?"

Turning to look at him, Beth searched his face for any sign of duplicity. Finding none, she nodded, turned the ignition over and in all seriousness said, "I'll do that."

"Good. If you don’t call me soon, though, I'll be calling to check on you. Otherwise, I’ll probably worry." He smiled and backed away. "Bye, now."

Returning his smile, she said goodbye and backed out. One last look in the rearview mirror told her that Adam stood on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching her leave. Loneliness crept over her. Lord, thank you for sending Adam and for keeping me safe… and please bless Adam.

Update on Finding Beth

2010-10-20T11:13:00.002-04:00

Welcome, Beth fans! I have some exciting news...well, exciting to me, anyway. :D

Progress! Major progress! It looks like I could very possibly complete the writing of Finding Beth by the end of the month. It will still take time to find an agent and publisher, but at least I'll be able to move to the next step. (First time authors are expected to complete a manuscript before an agent or editor will even consider you.) Praise God, I'm within reach!

For those of you familiar with Beth's story, you'll be happy to know that I'm already in the beginning stages of writing Tiffany's story. The tentative title of the book is:

"Loving Tiffany"

AND, I've come up with a tentative title for the series, as well (all titles are subject to change by the publisher):

"When Love Leads You Home"

Leave a comment and let me know what you think of my news and the prospective titles and I'll enter your name in a drawing to have a character named after you in Tiffany's story. Please leave a way for me to email or contact you in case your name is drawn. The drawing will take place November 1st. So, hurry and get you name in!

Cheerio!

Chapter Two

2010-10-01T19:55:00.001-04:00

This chapter has never been published. Even my critique team hasn't seen it. And, to keep your curiosity peaked, I'm going to keep it that way. You'll just have to wait for the book and, believe me, it will be worth the wait!

Chapter One

2010-09-30T14:45:00.000-04:00

Please, let there be a gas station soon!

Rounding a bend in the highway, Beth spotted an exit advertising a gas station.

“Yes!”

She took the exit and followed the signs.

“One mile?”

Looking down at her gas gauge, she saw the needle already rested below the empty marker. “Please, hold out for one more mile. Please! Just one more mile,” she said.

Her car sputtered to a stop.

"Great! Just great! What am I going to do now?” She groaned and, as she dropped her head onto the steering wheel, tears threatened to spill. I can't dial 911 over an empty gas tank. But, a mile walk in the middle of nowhere? Not a good idea. What now, Lord?

Rocking her head back and forth, she said, “I am such an idiot! Why did I leave town to begin with? It’s not like me to panic and run.” Then, her mind flew back to the evening before.

~

Hugging her sides, Beth paced the tiny apartment. Her body trembled as every hurt, past and present, rolled over her wave upon wave. Her legs wobbled like gelatin and she wondered what kept them from giving out.

Stopping next to the answering machine, she pressed the button and let the messages replay.

Friday, April 15, 4:15 p.m. Beep. “Liz. It’s Kyle. Some of the guys and I are heading to Blaine’s lake house. I should be back for church Sunday night. See you.”

Sunday, April 17, 6:37 p.m. Beep. “Liz. Me again. Listen. The weather turned a little iffy, high winds and heavy rain, so I’m hanging out here until tomorrow. I’ll try to get back by the time you’re off work. Let’s plan on pizza and a movie. See you then.”

Her finger punched the stop button and she resumed pacing. Why did he call when she was out? She was at work the first time he called and the second time he knew she would be at church. Was it just coincidence? Or did he purposely wait until he knew she wouldn’t be home?

“And when did I become so cynical?” Maybe it had something to do with seeing “some of the guys” at church. Her absolute trust in Kyle had slowly cracked like a pot of earthenware over the past several months. Now, it was nearly shattered.

She took a deep breath and wished the spinning of her head would go away.

What would he think if I up and left town for a while? It would be so nice to get away. Go some place where I can think straight…clear my head. Maybe I will.

But, should she? She had never traveled far from home and she certainly had never taken a trip by herself.

Her stomach knotted with apprehension. There were her parents to think about. They would be worried about her traipsing across the country on her own. She and her dad might be somewhat estranged, but she still didn’t want him and her mom to fret over her. No. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. Besides, Kyle would probably hunt her down and drag her home.

But, can I stay? How can I face him after…after tonight?

Suddenly, the frantic whispering she had heard in the restroom at church blazed through her memory. Every fiber of her being churned with roiling emotions and she thought she might vomit. Could he possibly be capable of such a thing?

Forgetting every reservation, Beth packed in a fury. Everything she thought she might need to live on, she threw into suitcases. Everything else she crammed into empty boxes she had saved. Finding a pen, she snatched a sheet of stationary to write her landlords a note.

Dear Phyllis and Larry, Thanks for allowing me to live in your apartment. I'll never forget your kindness and Christian hospitality. I’m going out of town for a while. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. I just need some time away to sort things out. Feel free to send my stuff to Mom’s if you need the apartment. Don’t worry about me, but please pray for me. All my love, Beth

Her slender hands shaking, she managed to stuff the letter into an envelope, address it and lay it on her nightstand. I’ll just leave it on their windshield on my way out.

Checking the clock, she realized it was nearing two in the morning. “Yikes! Time to wrap things up.” Making sure every last detail was taken care of, she crawled into bed. She would talk to Tiffany first thing in the morning about taking a vacation or a leave of absence if necessary. She had to get away even if it meant losing her job.

She wasn’t sure where to go. There will be time enough to figure that out tomorrow. Refusing to give in to tears, she squeezed her eyes shut, burrowed deeper into the safety of her covers and fell into an exhausted sleep.

~

Now, as she sat in her car on the side of the road, it all churned like an oncoming hurricane. The all-too-familiar longing to talk to someone who would understand and give her some sensible advice paralyzed her in its grip. Why did you leave me, Josh? I need you!

But, her brother was gone. Kyle had been the one who was there for her when the life she had always known crumpled by the impact of a semi. Kyle loved her no matter how guilty, alone, and unlovable she felt. And he wanted to marry her, making soothing promises that everything would be okay. He would take care of her.

And he would. Wouldn’t he?

Last night’s scene in the church restroom flickered across her mind again.

Her forehead still pressed against the steering wheel, a sob escaped.

Oh, Lord! Please help me!

Tap, tap, tap!

Beth’s lungs froze. Her body trembled. Slowly, she tilted her head just enough to see a man peering through her car window. Dear God, help me!

Tap, tap, tap. "Hello…Miss…Are you ok?"

Beth eased her head off the wheel, waves of terror surging through her. As she looked out the window, a pair of dark blue eyes locked onto hers. Her ears roared as she tried to steady her breathing.

"Are you ok?" His deep voice reverberated through the window and glided over her nerves. For some reason, it soothed her. The concern in his eyes as he searched her face called for trust and she relaxed a little more.

Taking a calming breath, she told herself to get a grip. God, you’re with me, right? Help me, Father! She gave him a shaky smile and lowered the window a few inches.

“Are you hurt?”

“N-no…I’m fine,” she said.

"Are you out of gas?"

She nodded. Ok, Lord. What are you doing? Who is this guy? A murderer? Rapist? Or someone you sent to help? I suppose he could be an angel in disguise--

"I'll run down to the station and get you a couple gallons,” he said, interrupting her inner monologue. “Lock your doors. No telling what kind of creeps are running around."

Crinkling her brows in confusion, she glanced at her lock and said, "My doors are…locked." Her mouth formed the word “oh” when she saw that he was correct. Reaching over, she quickly hit the lock and then gave him a sheepish grin.

A slow smile spread across his clean shaven face. "It's a good thing I'm not the creeper," he said. "I'll be back in a jiffy with your gas. I won't leave you alone for long."

His slight twang told her he was a Southerner. The sound of it somehow comforted her. In a sweeping glance, she took in his stained and faded jeans, and ragged flannel shirt. He stood at an average height and his build was muscular and broad. Black curly hair framed a tanned face, enhancing the dark blue of his eyes. There was an imprint in his curls indicating he must have left a hat in his truck.

"Will you be ok?"

"Um…sure…" She cleared her throat. "Thank you."

"Good. Sit tight. I'll be right back."

As rattled as she felt by his appearance, her nerves jumped into high gear as he pulled away. So, she started singing.

“My Jesus, I love thee. I know thou art mine…”

By the time he returned to empty the gas into her tank, she felt composed.

"Alright, little lady. You’re all set. That should get you to the station."

His gentle manners and heart-warming, dimpled smile wrapped her in a blanket of security…a feeling quite foreign to her of late.

"You know, I’m beginning to think God sent you to rescue me.” She grinned. Embarrassed for being so transparent with this stranger, she shook her head and grasped for something else to say. “Maybe this will finally teach me to watch my gauge."

He chuckled and said, "So this is routine for you, is it? God was definitely looking out for you. This isn’t the best place to get lost. A lot of truckers and transients come through here. Glad I was here to help. If you're ready now, I'll follow you over. I was heading that way myself."

She shuddered at the thought of what could have been. Smiling up at him, she said, "Thank you. I’m more than ready to get going.”

Finding Beth Prologue

2010-09-29T09:22:00.002-04:00

Beth reached for the soap dispenser.

“What were you thinking?” A distressed voice echoed from the other side of the restroom wall.

“He loves me! I know he does. He told me so.”

“Oh? And did he tell you this before or after you…gave in to him?”

Beth’s hands froze as soap oozed into her hand. The question was met with sniffling. Beth didn’t mean to eavesdrop, she was simply stunned.

The first voice continued. “He’s is an engaged man, Lana! Do you realize you might be pregnant? And, if you are, I seriously doubt that Kyle would ever acknowledge the child as his. He has his image to uphold.”

“But, he doesn’t love her. He‘s going to break off their engagement. He promised…"

Kyle…Lana…Beth’s mind began to whir, tuning out any further audible words. Visions of secret looks passing between the two over the past several months filtered through her brain. Dear God! No! It can’t be! She can’t be talking about my Kyle. It must be somebody else.

An overwhelming wave of nausea came over her.

Not until the door clicked shut and silence filled the room did Beth realize her hands still hovered over the bathroom sink, trembling and dripping with liquid soap. Taking a deep breath, she washed them methodically, working to calm her racing heart. She wanted to flee to her apartment, but it was her turn to work in the church nursery.

Praying for strength, Beth managed to get through the evening before making her escape.

Beth's Update

2010-09-27T17:28:00.000-04:00

I am so excited! I have the prologue and first 17 chapters of "Finding Beth" completed and am working on editing chapters 18-22. That shouldn't take me too long and then it's off to finish the book. To date, I have 29,400 words written. Only 45,600 to go! I know that sounds like a lot considering how long it has taken me to write the first 17 chapters. But, I've had major interruptions by life (work, homeschool, three moves, health, etc.) as well as had to stop and go back over chapters, research, rewrite...all things that are now out of the way so I can move forward with the book. Will I make it by the end of the year? Oh! I hope so! Keep the prayers and encouragement coming.

The Prologue!

2010-07-02T00:37:00.000-04:00

Check out Beth's Prologue just posted at http://www.linnettemullin.com/ under the "Finding Beth" tab!

Finding Beth Update

2010-06-17T14:41:00.000-04:00

Check out the new chapters One, Two, and Three of "Finding Beth" on Linnette's website: www.LinnetteMullin.com Let Linnette know what you think! Reader comments have had a huge impact on the re-writing of these chapters. Thank you for your helpful insight!

Linnette is extending her self-imposed due date to finish the manuscript as she has had more on her plate than she can handle. Thank you for your patience.

Encouraging News

2010-04-03T15:16:00.000-04:00

After corresponding with an agent, she asked me to send in a synopsis and the first 50 pages of "Finding Beth." I received a prompt reply from her saying that I'm a good story teller. She has a few issues with Beth appearing too weak and a couple things which didn't make sense to her. She then, finished the note with, "You're a good story teller - may re-submit."

While this may appear to be bad news to many, it is actually very good news. This says that she sees enough potential that she's willing to spend her much in demand time giving me tips and leaving me an open door to re-submit - taking more of her precious time. This is huge in the writing world! And I'm so excited and very encouraged.

Thank you, dear readers, for your wonderful support and continual encouragement. Keep praying for time and health to keep writing. I hope to have the manuscript ready to send back to her by the end of June - that's two short months away. Pray, pray, pray!

25,000 Plus Words...I'm On A Roll!

2010-02-24T13:32:00.002-05:00

I am so excited to report progress on "Finding Beth." I've introduced a few more characters since my last chapter posting and I thought I would share them with you.

Of course, the first person Beth meets upon arriving at the hospital is Kyle. We already kind of know Kyle, but in this incident, we get a clearer picture of his character.

Next, we meet Tiffany, followed by Beth's mom and dad - Katy (Katherine) and John Gallagher. We then get a brief meeting with Tiffany's sons: eight-year-old Reece and seven-year-old Taylor. They're absolutely adorable, by the way.

Following that encounter, we meet Officer Larry Manning and his devoted wife Phyllis. Larry is a high school buddy of Beth's dad. This is also the couple whom Beth rented the apartment from...a couple who care for her as if she were their own daughter. For those who might be wondering, yes, this couple is named after two special people in my life. Believe me when I tell you that I had absolutely no intention of doing this. I was brainstorming one day and just fell into it. Phyllis and Larry Manneman have been a unique and constant encouragement in my writing of Beth and when the idea came, I just couldn't resist.

And then, in chapter 12, we meet nurse Marcie Reynolds. For those of you who recall the blog name drawing I had, Marcie is named after the person whose name Garrison drew. You'll love her character. She's a devoted nurse with exceptional hearing and a photographic memory, both of which come in very handy for Beth.

Chapter 13 is just beginning and I'm very excited to be at this point in the book. Frightful things are happening and I can't wait to see how Beth comes through it all.

Thank you for your interest in Beth. Feel free to contact me anytime. Just click on my profile pic. It will take you to www.LinnetteMullin.com where you can click on "Contact Linnette" and your email will go straight into my box. Or, you can simply just leave me a comment. I love comments, but please leave your first name and last initial if you leave an anonymous comment. Thanks, again, and have a blessed day!

February 18th Update

2010-02-18T10:25:00.000-05:00

Overwhelmingly busy, I grew very discouraged about ever finishing Beth's story. I finally sat down one evening and just wrote. For three hours I wrote. When I saw what I accomplished in that amount of time, I calculated to see how long it would take to reach 75,000 words. In my estimation, I will have the first draft completed by the end of May IF I can get 12-15 hours of writing done each week. Now, if I can just get the time in.

I am in need of prayer partners to pray me through this. I would so appreciate it if you would join my prayer team! Everytime I feel like giving up, someone says something about my writing that really encourages me and helps keep me going. The writing business can be a daunting and lonely task. After all, we write for our readers. And if there are no readers, we're wasting time and energy that could be put to better use. So, if you would like to see "Finding Beth" on your bookshelf, please pray for me as often as you think of me and be sure to drop me an encouraging note now and then.

Currently, I am just under the 20,000 word mark...so 55,000 to go. I'll keep you posted on my progress as I go along. In the meantime, feel free to stop by and let me know you're there and still waiting. :D

Lovingly yours, Linnette

The Bad and the Good

2009-11-18T16:37:00.001-05:00

If you want to see Finding Beth on a bookshelf, please say "I."

At this year's writer's conference, I received an invitation from an agent out of New York to send in my manuscript once it is complete. Due to this surprising turn of events, the remainder of Finding Beth will not be available on-line. Until now, I've focused on Beth one chapter at a time. When you write a full manuscript, the process is different. I need to concentrate on the entire manuscript so I can finish Beth's story and ship her off to Mary Sue.

From this point on, I will post updates on the manuscript and, hopefully, the publishing process. Please keep me in your prayers. This is a huge undertaking for someone who already has an overflowing plate. It will take me months to complete it. She said publishers want 75,000 to 100,000 words for Romance novels. I am probably about a quarter of the way there. A seasoned author might be able to turn out 2-3 manuscripts a year, but generally it takes a year for many authors to complete a book. I'm hoping to have it done by the beginning of summer. How long things will take from there is out of my hands.

I thank each one of my readers for your faithfulness in keeping up with my writing and letting me know when you enjoy it. You have helped make this endeavor possible by your constant encouragement. May God bless you and please don't forget me while I'm writing.

Lovingly yours,

Linnette

Chapter Twenty-one, Worse Than Hospital Gitters

2009-08-21T09:55:00.003-04:00

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Beth stared out the window unseeing and tried to clear her head. It amazed her how Adam found a flight to Kansas City, got her on the plane, and had a rental car waiting for her upon her arrival – and all within a few hours. She had climbed into the rental and called to let him know her plane had landed.

I’m praying for you, Beth, he had reminded her. I shouldn’t be far behind you…just a couple days. Mom was already packing your things when I returned from the airport. We have everything loaded in your car, so I can leave first thing in the morning.

Nervous, Beth wished he were here now to lend moral support. How had she come to depend on him so much in such a short period of time? Sucking in one more gulp of air, she steeled herself, grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. Closing and locking the door, she forced one foot in front of the other until she reached the hospital entrance. Father, please help me… As she entered, the sterile hospital smell assaulted her, making her feel queasy. Reminds me of a funeral parlor decked out in floral arrangements. She shivered.

Stepping inside the elevator, she tapped the button for ICU and took in several deep breaths, hoping to calm her nerves. One step at a time, Beth. Take one step at a time. Hospital does not equal death. It’s a place where people get better...usually.

The elevator doors swished open; she stepped out and followed the signs to the ICU waiting room. When the door came into sight, she started to tremble. Hold on, Beth. You’re doing good. You’re almost there. Just a few more… Her breath caught. Her feet froze some twenty feet away. Kyle! ICU…He’s been in the waiting room…waiting for me. Her heart fell to her stomach with a thud, and then slammed against her chest, one painful beat after another. Oh, Father, help me. Expecting an all out panic attack when his eyes locked with hers, she felt an unexpected calm wash over her.

Deciding she would rather get things over with now so she could focus on her family, she adopted a rather business-like tone and said, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Arching his eyebrows, a possessive light filled his eyes as they roved over her. “Are you? You look surprised to see me. You didn’t think I’d stay away with your dad in the hospital, did you? We are going to be family, after all.”

For the first time, Beth took in the selfish twist to his smile, his arrogant stance, the lust lurking behind his eyes. Or, maybe she had seen it all before, but didn’t recognize it for what it was. She shuddered to think how close she had come to giving herself, her whole future, to this man. We would have been married by Thanksgiving.

When she didn’t move to come to him, he grew impatient. “Well? What do you have to say? Where have you been? Why did you run off? Don’t you know how worried I’ve been?”

Realizing he hadn’t run forward to embrace her, hadn’t taken even one step toward her, she knew he wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to feel like the heel and come groveling back to him, begging for forgiveness. It was the way he always controlled her - even when he was the one who had wronged her. But no more. She was a free woman, now. Or, at least she would be as soon as she gave his ring back.

Returning his icy glare, she arched her brows and said, “I already explained why in the postcard. If I wanted you to know where I went, I would have told you.”

For a moment he seemed startled by her demeanor. Then, plastering on his suave smile, he took a step forward, and then another. One measured step at a time, he held her with his intense gaze until he stood before her. “Liz,” he said with a false tenderness in his voice as he reached to touch her face.

She jerked away and took a step back before he could make contact. His hand dropped to his side and for once in his life, he looked confused and worried. Then she watched as anger hardened his face and ignited in his eyes.

“I’m tired of your games, Liz. You’ll be my wife soon and I won’t tolerate this kind of disrespect. Do you understand me?”

She could sense more than see the clenching and unclenching of his fists. If she hadn’t been certain before, she was convinced now that she had made the right decision to call off their wedding.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Kyle.” Digging in her purse, she pulled out the box and thrust it at him. “Here. Take it. I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want to marry you.”

He blinked, looked down at the box, looked back at her, and then shook his head, refusing to take it. “You’re just upset about your dad. You don’t know what you’re saying. Wait until things calm down and then we’ll talk. You’ve obviously been off sulking somewhere and returned confused with all that’s going on. Keep the ring. I’ll give you some time to deal with your dad’s surgery and all. Everything will work out. We’ll get this little misunderstanding taken care of. You’ll see.”

Beth let out a humorless laugh. What audacity! Who do you think you are, she wanted to scream. Instead, she grabbed his hand, forced the ring box into it and said, “Good-bye, Kyle.”

She stepped around him, wanting to escape to the waiting room and into her mom’s warm, comforting arms. But grabbing her wrist, he spun Beth around to face him, bent until his nose nearly touched hers and snarled. “This isn’t over, Liz. Like I said, I’ll give you time to get your head back on straight and then I’ll be back. Understand?”

“Let go of me,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Do you understand me, Liz?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted a nurse at the nurses’ station looking their way. Turning back with her heart pounding in her chest, she said, “You’re hurting me, Kyle. Let go now or I’ll have the nurse call security.”

He seemed to take her measure. She refused to let him bully her and met his glare with one of her own.

He glanced at the nurse and saw they were being watched. Cursing under his breath, he dropped Beth’s wrist and growled in her face one last time. “This isn’t the end, Elizabeth Anne Gallagher. This is not the end.”

Standing to his full height, he took a step back, stuffed the ring box into his pocket and gave her sickening smirk. “See you around.” Turning, he walked away, entered the elevator and was gone.

Beth shuddered, thankful that it was over. But somehow she knew it wasn’t.

Chapter Twenty, A Change in Plans

2009-07-23T22:03:00.003-04:00

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Beth knew her life would never be the same. No matter what other choices she would make down the road, the decision to break up with Kyle would alter her entire life…and she was glad, glad, glad!

The more she thought on Pastor Jack’s sermon the more determined she became that Kyle was all wrong for her. And though she relished getting the break-up over, she knew it was something to be done in person - not over the phone or in a letter. Besides, I need to return his ring. She sighed. The thought of returning home did not appeal to her in the least.

Remembering that Adam would arrive soon for their daily horseback ride, she stepped into the bedroom to pull her socks and shoes on. She then stood and looked in the full-length mirror for one last inspection. The powder-blue, Smoky Mountain t-shirt made her hazel eyes look blue while the jeans hugged her slim frame just right. Her ponytail swinging with each movement made her feel girlish and carefree. Satisfied that no more improvements could be made, she went to the kitchen for a glass of sweet tea.

As she picked up the glass to take a drink, her mind tripped back to Sunday’s meal with Adam, his mom, and Pastor Jack. It seemed so surreal. One moment they were all chatting and having a good time, the next Beth watched as a glass slipped right out of Sylvia’s hand.

A moment of silence followed while everyone sat staring at Sylvia’s hand held in mid-air as though she were still holding the glass. They all looked up at each other in confusion, and the next moment Adam and Jack were on their feet.

Jack took charge of the mess while Beth ran upstairs to pull Sylvia’s bedcovers back at Adam’s request. Adam carried a protesting Sylvia into her room and told her it was past time for her to rest.

“Most people don’t even know Mom is sick,” Adam explained later. “When she starts dropping things, I know she’s over-done. She feels bad. She really wanted everything to be perfect for your visit. Unfortunately, she can’t control many aspects of her illness.” Sighing, he shook his head and continued. “It seems she has a prescribed amount of energy and once it’s gone, it’s gone. The problem is she never knows how much she’ll have. One day, she might not be able to get out of bed and another day she can cook and clean and entertain for quite some time. It’s heart-breaking to watch her suffer, but there’s nothing I can do except be here for her.”

Thinking about it caused Beth’s heart to squeeze anew with grief. What must it be like to be plagued with such an illness? Adam didn’t have a name for it. The doctors don’t really know what’s wrong with her, he had said. The reality of Sylvia’s sufferings nearly broke Beth’s heart.

I must do all I can for her while I’m here.

Tap, tap, tap.

Beth started as the sound brought her back to the present. Adam. Smiling, she walked out the kitchen door to unlock the screened-in porch.

“Good afternoon!” She greeted him with a smile.

“Hey! How’s it going? Are you ready to hit the trail?”

“Just about. Come on in. I was just having a glass of sweet tea. Would you like some?”

“Sounds good.” Adam gave her his heart-melting smile and followed her inside.

While pouring the tea, Adam helped himself to a plate of brownies sitting on the counter. “Mmm….Wow! These are still the best brownies I’ve ever eaten. What’s in them?”

“That’s my special recipe. It has marshmallows and toffee bits inside.”

“Wow,” he said, reaching for another. “These are great!”

His praise warmed her heart. She laughed at the little-boy way in which he inhaled the second brownie and reached for a third. “Does that make up for not sharing Tiffany’s fudge with you?”

“Hmm…Maybe if you make another pan of brownies just for me we’ll call it even.” He wagged his eyebrows at her. “Speaking of the fudge, did Tiffany get her package?”

“You know…I don’t know. She should have received it by now. I’m surprised I haven’t heard from her.” Unease trickled through her. It wasn’t like Tiffany to not call.

“I sent that package a week ago. Maybe I should call her and make sure everything is alright. Do you mind if I call her now? I won’t be able to relax and enjoy our trail ride if I’m busy worrying about her.”

“Not at all. Go ahead. I’ll just keep an eye on this plate of brownies for you,” he said as he swiped the whole plate with his arm and carried them to the table.

Shaking her head as she laughed, Beth snatched her phone off the counter and punched in Tiffany’s number.

After several rings, a soft voice answered, “Hello? Beth…is that really you?”

Struck dumb, Beth couldn’t even produce a squeak. Panic shot through her at the speed of lightning.

“Hello? Beth…please answer me. Are you ok?”

“Mom? I…But I thought I dialed Tiffany’s number.”

“You did, Sweetheart,” her mom said just above a whisper. “She stepped into the restroom. She’ll be back in a minute. When I saw your name on the caller ID, I had to answer. She didn’t…she said she left you a message…Is that why you called? About her message?”

“Message? No. I forgot to check my voicemail. I sent her a package a week ago and haven’t heard from her, so I thought I better call and make sure everything is ok. Do you know if she got it? Did you get the pottery I sent?”

“Pottery? No. She didn’t say anything about a package or pottery. We’ve been a little busy. Listen, Beth. I need to tell you something. Are you sitting down?”

Panic zinged through her, leaving her a little dizzy. She latched onto the counter with her free hand, her knuckles turning white from her fierce grip. “What’s wrong, Mom?”

Feeling Adam’s approach, she glanced up at him with brows furrowed. He put his hand to the small of her back and led her to a chair. The warm concern in his eyes and gentleness of his touch lent some comfort.

“It’s your dad, Sweetie.”

“Dad? What…what about Dad?”

“He’s in the hospital. He had a major heart attack. They have him in ICU and are trying to stabilize him. Tiffany has been here with me.” Her voice beginning to quiver, her mom paused to take in a deep breath before continuing. “He…he needs triple bi-pass surgery.”

Stunned, Beth sat in silence.

“Beth? Are you still there? Are you alright, Sweetie?”

Kneeling beside her, Adam took her free hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. But still, her panic turned cold as numbness inched its way through her. She stared into Adam’s eyes knowing he saw all the fright she felt.

“Yes…yes, Mom. I’m still here.” Swallowing hard, she began to tremble. “I…I’ll be home as soon as possible. Which…Which hospital is he in?”

Adam stood and snatched a memo pad off the refrigerator along with the magnetic pen beside it. He handed it to Beth in time for her to scribble down the information.

“Ok. I don’t know… I guess I’ll try to catch a flight. I’d never get there in time driving. Tell Dad…tell Daddy to hang in there. Tell him…tell him his little girl is coming home and I want to see him. Ok?”

“I’ll tell him. Be careful, Beth.”

“Tell him I love him, Mom. I’ll call as soon as my plane lands and I’m on my way. Bye, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Hun. Bye.”

She hung up, unaware of the tears streaking down her face until Adam reached to wipe them away.

“Daddy. He’s… He can’t die. Oh, Adam! He just can’t! I need to get home!”

The numbing pain erupted in heart-wrenching sobs. Adam gathered her in his arms, caressing her back, praying and whispering words of comfort.

When she finally calmed down, he pulled away and lifted her chin with the crook of his finger. With a commanding, yet gentle look he said, “You focus on packing. I’ll make some calls and get you the earliest flight possible to Kansas City.”

Somehow this information found its way through her tangled thoughts. With it came questions. “What do I do about my car? Do you mind if I leave it until I can come back for it? And my stuff…”

Then they came… a deluge of snapshots of her life growing up – her dad pushing her on the swing or grilling hamburgers in their back yard, her dad telling her how proud he was of her when she won the fifth grade spelling bee, her dad placing a kiss on her mom’s cheek to thank her for dinner, her dad reading the paper in his easy-chair. On and on they went while questions, doubts, fears rushed at her as through a long, dark tunnel, and then echoed and bounced around in her head. What had she done in coming away like this? Was his heart attack caused from the stress of worrying about her? Why hadn’t she called home sooner? What if her daddy passed away before she got a chance to tell him how much she loved him? What if…

Taking a deep, calming breath, she pressed her palms against her temples and squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop the onslaught. Focus! “I can’t take all my stuff on the plane. I don’t have time to pack it all up, anyway. Is it okay if I leave it here for now? You can pack it all up and put it…put it…I don’t know. Put it where ever to get it out of your way.”

Pulling her hands down to her lap, he held them in a reassuring grasp. “Beth, look at me.”

She obeyed.

“If you’ll allow me, I’ll drive your car to Kansas City and meet up with you in a few days. I can either bring your stuff or you can return for it later. Regardless, you’ll need your car to get around, so I’d like to bring it up for you.”

Her stricken mind tried to absorb what he was saying. Confusing thoughts still bouncing around inside her head, she shook it and said, “But…how will you get home? Who…who will take care of your mom while you’re gone? She needs you.”

“Mom will be fine. I have plenty of family who can take turns staying with Mom. I’ll simply catch a flight to return home when the time comes. Don’t worry about me. Focus on packing what you need and I’ll take care of the rest. Ok?”

Beth sucked in air and let out a slow, shaky breath. Looking into his eyes, she saw the same sincerity that had gained her trust the day they met. It touched her heart and spread a soothing balm throughout her body and soul. Without thinking, she reached out and cupped his face with her hand. No words came from her lips. No words passed over his. Yet something sweet and inexpressible passed between their hearts giving Beth the strength she knew she would need in the coming days.

As if sensing her renewed strength, Adam nodded and stood. He pulled her to her feet and said, “Now, go pack. We need to get you on your way.”

Chapter Nineteen, An Explanation

2009-06-10T14:34:00.002-04:00

Grasping for something to talk about before she became totally lost in those dark blue eyes of his, Beth said, "So, you were going to explain the situation at church this morning.”

"Not until we're all seated at the table." Pastor Jack smiled as he poked his head out the door. "Everything's ready. Can you lend us a hand? I think Sylvia is about worn out."

Adam stood, helped Beth to her feet and led the way to the kitchen where they found his mother plastering on a tired looking smile.

"You overdid it, didn't you, Mom?"

"Oh, pooh!" Sylvia waved a dismissive hand at her son. "I'll be fine in a moment. I just need to rest a minute."

"Well, I think we can handle things from here. Stay put while we get everything on the table." Stroking his mom’s cheek, Adam bent to plant a kiss on her head.

Sylvia gave him a loving smile and did as she was told. When the table was set, Adam scooped her into his arms and carried her into the old-fashioned, formal dining room with walnut trim. Setting her down, she reached up to give his cheek a loving pat.

"You're such a good son."

"Too good if you ask me…doesn't leave room for anyone else to take care you," Pastor Jack said with a twinkle in his eye.

Laughing, Sylvia's hand fluttered in embarrassment. "Fiddlesticks! I'm just enjoying my son while I still have him. One of these days some sweet girl will snag his heart and then I'll have to look for someone else to take care of me," she said as she tossed a glance Beth's way.

"And we all know that Pastor Jack will be the first in line to volunteer," Adam said.

A deep red suffused Jack's face. "Well, could anyone blame me?" he said as he took his seat next to Sylvia. "A man would be more than blessed to have a woman like Sylvia."

Now, Sylvia blushed. "Oh, you two…let's give thanks before the food gets cold. Jack, will you do the honors, please?"

"Certainly." Taking Sylvia's hand and reaching across the table for Beth's, he said, "Let's pray. Father, we thank you for this Lord's day. We thank you for your love. I ask that you bless Sylvia with the strength she needs today. Thank you for her and her son and the blessing they are to me.

"We also thank you for this sweet, young woman who sits in our midst. We pray a special blessing on her, Lord. Help her through her present trials. Give her wisdom and discernment, and help her make the right decisions regarding her future.

"Thank you for this food. We pray you will use it to strengthen our bodies for the day. In your precious son's name we pray, amen."

"Amen. Thank you, Jack. Adam, will you hand the dishes to Beth? Then, just pass them on to Jack, if you would please, Beth."

The sound of dishes clinking filled the room for the next several minutes. Beth pondered the gentleness with which Adam handled his mother. You can usually tell how a man will treat his wife by how he treats his mother…echoed in her head. She wondered what it would be like to be treated with so much tenderness and love.

A sudden vision of Kyle ordering his mother about flashed through her mind and she cringed.

"So, who's going to explain things to Beth?" Pastor Jack's question startled Beth back to the present.

Sylvia giggled. "I suppose we owe her an explanation. I'm sure you couldn't help but notice all the young women swooning at my son's feet."

"He did seem rather popular," Beth said, as she glanced at Adam with a wry grin.

Adam kept his head down as he shoveled food into his mouth.

"Well, beside his natural good looks and sweet disposition, Adam is the only heir to the Blythe "dynasty" who remains unattached. You see, he's a descendent of the man who first settled the area. Isaac Love settled here, building an iron forge. His son, Matthew, opened the Old Mill about ten years later. Matthew had a daughter who married "Grandfather Blythe" and was the soul heir of the Love estate which included hundreds of acres in and around Pigeon Forge.

"When the government decided to make the Smokies a national park, many people started moving out of the park area looking for land. Our family started selling off the land little by little, adding to the family coffers. What remains in the family is divided up amongst Adam and his aunts, uncles, and cousins.

"Anyway, you can imagine how the young women in our community see Adam as the most eligible bachelor."

"Which is precisely why I won't consider anyone from here as a possible future mate," Adam said.

Beth wrinkled her brow in confusion. "I'm not sure I understand. I would think that to mean you could have your pick."

"Yes…but, who am I to trust? How can I tell who likes me for me and who just sees prestige and dollar signs?" Adam looked at her, a mixture of confusion, hurt, and wariness swimming in his eyes.

"Oh…I see your point." Wanting to comfort him, she reached over and laid her hand on his arm. "So, what will you do? Do you plan to never marry?"

"I hope to have a wife and family of my own someday. I'm trusting God to bring the right woman into my life at the right time. Until then, I have my sweet, beautiful mother to take care of." Smiling, he turned to wink at Sylvia.

"But, how will you know when you've met the right woman?" Beth asked in total confusion. "If you've determined not to marry anyone in Pigeon Forge, yet, this is where you live, how will you ever meet someone and get to know her well enough to know if she's the one for you? Also, you can't keep your family history secret from her forever. She's going to find out eventually, and then, how will she be any different from the local girls?"

"She won't know when I first meet her. I've found that most women change how they act once they find out. God will give me wisdom to know who's for real and who's not."

Beth's stomach fluttered, and then churned at the intent look in Adam's gaze. Confusion swirled through her mind. She picked up her fork to continue eating. "I wish I shared your confidence," she muttered as she poked a bite of juicy roast into her mouth.

"Mmm…oh, Miss Sylvia! This roast is heavenly," Beth said before shoving another bite into her mouth.

She could feel Adam's gaze burning a path her way.

"Thank you, Dear," Sylvia said before turning her attention to Pastor Jack.

Still feeling the heat of Adam's gaze, Beth glanced up only to be held captive by the overwhelming sincerity in his eyes.

"Trust God, Beth." He reached up and stroked her cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "He'll make things plain to you in time. You'll see."

Swallowing hard, she stared at him wide-eyed. Feeling immobilized, she forced her head to nod and her mouth to speak. "I-I hope so." Her voice but a whisper, she cleared her throat and said, "I mean…I do trust Him. I just don't trust myself."

Leaning close, Adam rested his arm on the back of her chair and whispered close to her ear. "What do you mean…you don't trust yourself?"

Beth whispered back. "I mean, I don't trust my heart," she said, placing the flat of her hand against her chest, beseeching Adam with her eyes. "I don't trust my own judgment. If I can be so easily deceived by Kyle, how can I truly discern God's direction? It's just all so confusing."

"What made you second guess yourself about Kyle?"

"There are so many things that made me start wondering about him…things he would do, lies he would tell…even the way his family interacts.”

Beth glanced over to see Sylvia and Jack absorbed in private conversation. Turning back to Adam, she kept her voice quiet and continued. “I had this nagging in my spirit that I ignored for the longest time. My mom just loves him and my dad seems to like him, so I thought for a while that those niggling feelings must be wrong. Once we became engaged, his behavior became worse and I decided to stop ignoring what I felt. I decided that the only way I could look at the situation objectively was to get away from it where I could think and pray…where Kyle couldn't talk me back into a state of self-doubt and confusion."

Her gaze swept over Adam's face as her voice continued just above a whisper. "I just never expected my running away to bring more complications."

Beth watched as a slow grin dawned on Adam's face. "So, I'm a complication, am I?"

Ducking her head, Beth felt the heat flood her face. Picking up her fork, she started poking at her food. "Yes. I guess you are."

Giving her shoulder a squeeze before going back to his plate, he chuckled and said, "I think I can live with that."

Written by: Linnette R Mullin

New Chapter coming soon...

2009-05-05T23:04:00.002-04:00

Hello, Beth fans! I just wanted to let you know that I rescued my nearly finished chapter nineteen of Finding Beth from my old laptop which crashed around Christmas time. As soon as I get packed and settled with John in South Carolina, I'll do the final editing and get it posted. Thanks for your patience! I hope to return to a normal posting schedule soon!

Cheerio!

Linnette R Mullin

Hold On To Your Hats!

2009-01-02T21:30:00.003-05:00

I'm often asked, "Have you found Beth, yet?" Sorry. I haven't. But, I wanted you to know that more of Beth will be coming soon. My new laptop is on its way. It's a refurbished one, so pray it works out well. I'll have to find my Office package and install it, plug in the external hard drive and get all my writing uploaded, then off to writing I will go.

Thank you for your patience! I know some of you are "going crazy" just waiting...or so I've been told. Thank you for loving my Beth! It truly warms my heart.

In some of the upcoming chapters, we'll get more detail about Adam's life. Beth will receive an upsetting phone call that will change dynamics and she will be forced to come face to face with many of her quandries.

I'm not sure how many chapters all this will entail, but I can tell you that we are at least half-way through the story...maybe two-thirds of the way. So, hold on! We have a little way to go before we reach the end, but I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest of the journey to Finding Beth!

Yours affectionately,

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Eighteen, Feeling At Home

2008-10-30T13:08:00.005-04:00

Silvia Blythe reached over to tap Adam's arm at the end of the closing hymn. Making a quick gesture, Adam nodded, took Beth's hand and pulled her down the side aisle toward the front. When they reached a side door displaying an "Exit" sign above it, she tried to stop him.

"Adam…I wanted to thank the minister for the message."

Adam glanced over his shoulder at her and smiled. "You'll get your chance. He's coming over for dinner. We need to keep moving or we'll never get out of here."

Hearing Adam's name called, she looked over her shoulder just as they were stepping out the door. Silvia intercepted the girl allowing them to make their escape.

"Don't worry. Mom knows how to handle them."

Not wanting to share him with any more females, she held tight to Adam's hand and followed him to his truck. Guiding her to the driver's side, he helped her up and then slid in next to her.

She really should move over to the other door, but it was a long way to scoot gracefully in a dress. And, truth be told, she really didn't want to.

Adam smiled down at her after he started the truck and all she could do was smile back. He put his arm across the back seat as he craned his neck to back out of the parking spot. She felt disappointed when he pulled his arm away to put the truck in drive.

Lord, You and I know I'm going to break up with Kyle, but until I do so, I still have a certain obligation to him. Don't I? Seeing her bare hand caused a niggling of guilt. Sighing, she wondered where that wonderful peace she felt at the end of the sermon vanished to.

"Hey. What happened to that pretty smile of yours? Are you upset with me for dragging you out of there the way I did?"

She turned to face him only to realize how close they were sitting. Her breath caught in her chest. Clearing her throat, she said, "No…not at all. It's…it's just…I'm fine."

"Alright…if you're sure." He reached over and took her hand for a moment, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You know I'm here if you need to talk."

Smiling up at him, she allowed herself to enjoy the moment. Her gaze tracing every inch of his handsome face, she returned it to his deep blue eyes. Seeing the heat simmering in them, she decided it was a good thing the traffic light was red or they might have ended up in the ditch. "I'm glad you're always here for me. Thank you," She said, barely above a whisper.

As his gaze caressed her face, she felt her heart rate increase - especially when it stopped at her lips. When a horn blared from behind, heat crept up his neck and he cleared his throat. "Guess I'd better get my mind on driving."

The huskiness of his voice sent somersaults through her stomach and a longing for things she couldn't define. She never experienced such a myriad of emotions with Kyle and it confused her.

She knew she should put some space between them, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted…needed to be close to him. She couldn't explain why…not even to herself.

Turning down his lane, they rode in comfortable silence. Riding past her cottage, she took in the sites of the rest of the valley. Each of the houses built along the lane stood as unique as her cottage.

After rounding the big bend in the road, they pulled into the driveway. She sat in awe of the beautiful three-story Victorian home complete with balconies and wrap-around-porch. It was a pale periwinkle blue with soft white trim - and not plain trim, either. But, the scrolling, sculpted trim that looked to be as original as the aged house itself. Struck by awe, she allowed the image to burn itself in her memory.

Shutting off the engine, Adam sat a moment lost in thought. Tension mounted within her as she wondered what he was thinking. She didn't move. She didn't flinch. She held her breath and waited.

Finally, he turned to face her, laying his arm across the back of the seat. His gaze swept over her face.

Never in her life had she felt such a desire to be kissed. Kissing was something she always reserved for her wedding day. She never had a problem keeping Kyle at arm's length. But, now, with Adam…it was different. Boy, was it different.

As if he could read her thoughts, the simmering of his eyes quickly turned into a blaze. Very slowly, he raised his other hand to cup her face. And still, he didn't kiss her.

His voice spoke low and tender as he said, "We better get inside. Mom and Pastor Jack will be here soon." Yet, he didn't move…and, neither did she.

"Beth…I…" Sighing, he pulled her into a gentle hug, planted a quick kiss on her temple, and then opened the door to step out. "Come on." Reaching for her waist, he gently lifted her out and set her feet on the ground.

Her legs felt like noodles and she feared they would collapse under her, but she forced them to hold. As a matter of fact, she couldn't move. She just stood there like an idiot, staring into Adam's face.

A knowing smile lifted one corner of his mouth. Taking her hand, he pulled her away from the cab and shut the door.

Walking to the house hand in hand, Beth felt an odd sense of coming home. As he closed the front door behind them, she looked at him to see if he might be feeling it, too. But, he didn't even look at her…just tugged her toward the back of the house.

"Come on. Mom wanted me to check the roast and make sure it's not burning."

"Mmm…doesn't smell burnt. Smells heavenly."

"Mom knows how to make a mean pot roast."

"Maybe she can give me some cooking lessons."

"You don't know how to cook?"

"I do. But, mostly out of a box. I'm pretty good at following recipes when I have the time or a reason to cook. Kyle and I usually either eat with one of our parents, or eat out or take out." She shrugged, looking intently into the crock pot that housed the roast.

Taking another good whiff before he closed the lid, she sighed. "Wow, does that look and smell great."

"Well, I'm sure Mom would love to teach you if you really want to learn."

"Learn to make stuff like this? You bet I do. And I have a feeling it would be a blast taking lessons from your mom."

"What's this I hear? Someone wanting cooking lessons?"

"Hey, Mom. Pastor Jack. Yep. Beth says she wants to learn to cook like you."

"She hasn't even tasted my cooking, yet." Silvia shook her head and smiled.

"I don't have to. Just looking and smelling, I can tell its out-of-this-world yummy." Beth grinned.

"You'll certainly be learning from the best, little lady. Silvia is the finest cook bar none," Pastor Jack said as he and Silvia rounded to the other side of the kitchen's island.

"Yes…that's why he's here every Sunday and any other day of the week he can manage to finagle an invitation." Silvia smiled up at the pastor and, seeing a look pass between the two, Beth wondered if there were more to Jack and Silvia's friendship.

Not realizing that Adam stepped up behind her, she startled at the touch of his hands on each side of her waist. "Mom, call us if you need us. Since Jack is here to help, I want to go sit on the porch with Beth."

Tugging on her waist, he turned her around and steered her toward the doorway.

"Of course. You young people shoo and let us old folks take care of getting the meal. Your day will come soon enough."

"Now, who are you calling old?" Beth heard the pastor retort. The bantering continued to reach her ears all the way back to the living room.

"Didn't mean to startle you back there," Adam said.

"Oh, it's ok. I was so taken up with watching your mom and the pastor that I didn't realize you had walked up behind me. No harm done."

"Good. This way."

Stepping out the side door of the front room and onto the wrap around porch, Beth sucked in a breath. "Oh, Adam. What a beautiful view you have here." Leaning against the rail, she folded her hands and rested them on top as she surveyed the panoramic scene spread before her.

"And I thought the view from my cottage was amazing. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing these mountains as the backdrop to everything. It's so beautiful."

Sitting on the porch swing, he invited her to join him. Beth sat and closed her eyes, luxuriating in Adam's nearness mingled with the sounds and smells of the Smoky Mountains surrounding them. Feeling his arm go around her shoulders and pull her close, she sucked in a quick breath.

"Are you happy here, Beth," he said, soft and low in her ear.

"Mmm…Happy? More than happy. Content…at peace. It's hard to explain or even understand myself, but…" Opening her eyes, she turned to look into his. "It's almost as if I've wandered around lost my entire life and I've finally come home."

Gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he said, "Maybe you have…."

Chapter Seventeen, Without A Doubt

2008-10-01T11:08:00.005-04:00

Every few steps, Adam and Beth were stopped with a greeting. Everyone seemed eager to introduce themselves to "Adam's new lady friend." It might have been tolerable except for the horde of single women who seemed to come out of the woodwork. Some were friendly enough, but others…

"Adam! I'm so glad you're back! What kept you away so long? You know we always miss you when you're gone. Things just aren't the same around here without you. And who might this be?" The tall, slender Hollywood look-alike sized Beth up in one scathing look.

"This is a friend of mine, Beth Gallagher. Beth, this is an old schoolmate, Melanie Post."

"Nice to meet you." Beth held out a hand that Melanie ignored.

She flipped her platinum hair over her shoulder and threw a hurt look Adam's way. "Old? Oh, Adam…you're too funny. I guess we have known each other practically forever, though." Resting her hand on Adam's arm, she batted her eyes and added a little pout to her lips. "I'll forgive you for the 'old' comment if you come to lunch with me today?"

"No, thank you. Beth and I have plans. Have you seen Mom?"

"Your mom?" She appeared befuddled for a moment with her sculpted eyebrows puckered. "Oh…yes. She's sitting in her regular pew."

"Thanks, Mel. We'd better catch up to her. Later."

Wrapping his arm around Beth's waist, Adam pulled her along beside him and beat a hasty retreat. Well, as hasty as one could maneuver through this mob. One glance at Melanie and Beth knew she just made the girl's "most hated" list.

With Adam's mother several pews away, it took forever to reach her. Not that Pigeon Forge Community Church was a colossal building with hundreds of members. But, the old, white clapboard building whose steeple rose among the treetops was bursting at the seams with what must be the entire town.

"Good morning, Adam. Glad to see you're back." A shy, raven-haired beauty stopped them just before reaching his mother.

"Morning, Simone. How are you today?"

Adam seemed a little warmer toward this tiny, unassuming woman with eyes of coal. A sudden sense of loss washed over Beth that she didn't understand. Squashing the confusing feelings, she studied Simone and concluded that there was no way Adam could overlook such a beautiful, sweet spirited girl. He'd have to be blind. She seemed so different from all the other girls she met this morning. It wouldn't be long before Adam discovered it, as well…if he hadn't already.

It doesn't matter. I'm here to clear my head and decide what to do about Kyle…not to find a replacement for him. Shaking off the sudden melancholy, she focused on the conversation.

"Well, I need to go. It was nice meeting you, Beth." Simone studied Beth for a moment. Giving her head a decided nod, she said, "I like you. I'm glad Adam finally found you and I hope to see you around. You two enjoy the day. Bye." And with that she was gone.

Beth turned to Adam and searched his face for answers to her confusion. "Did I miss something? What did she mean?"

Adam grinned like a schoolboy and shrugged. "Let's join Mom before we're over-run again." Cupping her elbow, he guided her to a petite woman with chestnut hair and a radiant smile.

"Adam…you made it. And you must be Beth that I've heard so much about." She opened her arms and engulfed Beth in a motherly hug. "I'm Silvia Blythe and it's about time I get to meet you. I told Adam that he needed to bring you by the house, but he thought you might be skittish about coming since you don't know us that well. Now that we've met, I hope you'll join us for lunch."

Beth nodded. "Yes…that's the plan. Thank you for the invitation."

"I'm only too glad to have you. Come…sit between us and we'll protect you from the vultures."

"Vultures?" Confused, Beth looked to Adam for clarification.

Laughing, he shook his head. "I'll explain later…unless you figure it out on your own."

"Which she's very likely to do. Thankfully, service is about to start. The hunt won't begin until afterward, now." Silvia chuckled.

For the life of her, Beth couldn't figure out what Silvia meant. Thinking back over their arrival at church, expressions of surprise, curiosity, and even animosity flitted through her mind. What? Has Adam never shown up at church with a girl before?

She looked around and saw glances of anticipation, intrigue, and hostility darting her way from every direction in the sanctuary. That must be it. They all think he found a girlfriend while he was away and he's bringing her home for the first time. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the thought. If they only knew the truth--

"You mean you guessed already?"

Her heart skipped at the sound of Adam's voice rumbling low in her ear. Surprised to find him watching her, she tried to keep the flush from suffusing her face. Shrugging, she lifted her face to his ear and whispered. "I have an idea. But, I still want to hear your explanation."

Nodding, he grabbed the hymn book, opening it as the pastor gave the call to worship and announced the first hymn.

The pastor's message captivated Beth from the start. "Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.

"In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies…let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband." (Ephesians 5: 25-33 ESV)

"Last week I spoke to the men about the subject of loving their wives and wives respecting their husbands. Today's message is for the unmarried women. Young girls, you listen, too. Store this information away for a day when you'll need it.

"Now, how do you go about finding a mate? How will you recognize the right man when he comes along? How do you know if your boyfriend is the right one for you?"

Riveted, Beth absorbed every word the minister spoke for the next half hour.

"Ladies, it's vital that you find a man whom you respect. If you do not respect a man outside of marriage, you certainly won't respect him within the marriage. And let me tell you, relationships don't grow easier once you've said the 'I do's.' Just ask my wife," he grinned as the congregation chuckled. "No. It gets tougher. So, start out on the right track. Ask yourself, 'Is this a man I respect?'

"Secondly…examine the situation. Is he a God-fearing man? Does his Christian walk encourage you in your own walk with Christ? Or, do you find that your relationship with him stifles your spiritual life?

"Also, consider how he treats his mother? More than likely, he'll treat you much the same way, though probably not as well. And, remember…once you're married, it is God's will for you to submit to his authority as the head of the home. Is the man you're dating a man you would want to submit to…one you can trust enough to be vulnerable with and place yourself under his authority?

"Think about these things…pray about them…and don't allow yourself to become involved with a man you cannot respect and obey. It doesn't matter how gushy and giddy he makes you feel. If you can't respect him, those feelings will vanish like the morning dew once you become his Mrs.

"If you're already engaged or perhaps you've even already given yourself to him physically, I want you to know that it's still not too late to break it off…"

A sense of peace washed over Beth. I don't know what you have planned for me, Lord, but I know now without a doubt that Kyle was a mistake all along. Thank you for bringing me to this place and showing me the right decision to make. Now, give me strength and wisdom to follow through with your leading…

Chapter Sixteen, A Slip Of The Tongue

2008-09-15T14:39:00.004-04:00

"Hey, girl! Whatcha up to?"

"Tiffany! It's so good to hear from you. I just sent you a care package in the mail today."

"A care package? Shouldn't I be sending you one of those?"

Beth laughed. "Ok…so maybe it's more of a fun package. There's something in there for you, the boys, and my mom."

"Fun package? Now, that I can go for. Speaking of your mom…she's threatening to call the police and file a missing person's report if she doesn't hear from you soon. Are you sure you don't want me to give her your phone number?"

Beth's heart thudded. The thought of anybody else knowing her whereabouts, made her feel…unsettled. "I'm sorry, Tiff. Please bear with me a little longer. Tell her she has a gift coming to you in the mail. It should be there by mid-week. See if that will satisfy her a little longer."

Tiffany sighed. "Alright. I'll do the best I can. But, I can't make any promises about keeping her from calling the police."

"I know. Thanks, Tiff."

"So, what's new? Since you're sending gifts, I assume you've been shopping. Have you done any sight-seeing?"

"Oh, yes! We went to the National Park just today. We walked a few trails, saw some waterfalls, went on a drive through Cade's Cove and rode a horse and buggy ride at the end. We took lots of pictures. I'll show them to you when I get back.

"It was such a gorgeous day and everything was so beautiful. I wished the whole time that you and the boys could see it."

"We? What do you mean by we? Did you run into somebody you know?"

"We?" Oops! So much for keeping quiet about Adam. "Oh, a friend I met. He and his family own a land office that manages a lot of the cabins around here. They also own the cabin I'm renting."

"I see."

How can a person pack so much disapproval into those two little words? Beth wanted to groan.

"Adam has the sweetest old couple running the office. I wish you could meet them. They're quite the characters. And, the way they talk about Adam…you'd think he hung the moon.

"Tomorrow, I get to meet his mom. Adam's picking me up for church and then we'll have Sunday dinner with her. I can't wait to meet her. She sounds like such a wonderful, Godly woman the way Adam talks about her--"

"Stop, Beth. The way you're rattling on tells me you're trying to hide something from me. What is it?"

She sighed. "I'm sorry, Tiff. It's just…I know how you feel about guys in general and I don't want you to jump to conclusions and lump Adam in with the whole lot of them. He really is different. He's kind and caring and thoughtful…sincere…an example of what a Christian guy should be."

"As opposed to Kyle? Is that what you're saying?"

Falling silent, Beth tried to get her swirling thoughts to focus. How could she ever explain to Tiffany how different Adam is from Kyle or any other guy she'd ever known? "I guess…sort of…he's…well…Adam's the most genuine guy I've ever met."

"Have you broken things off with Kyle?"

"No."

"Not yet, anyway…right?"

"Right…not yet. Look. I don't plan on breaking up with Kyle in order to be with Adam. It's not like that at all. It's just that having met Adam, I can see all the things I felt deep down were wrong with Kyle and with our relationship…things I couldn't even form into thoughts, much less words.

"I do plan on breaking off our engagement when I return home and can do it in person. But I'm not playing the field while I'm away, either. Besides, Adam isn't the kind of guy who would get romantically involved with an engaged woman. He's a good friend and he's helping me sort through this whole mess."

"I see. Well…all I can say is - proceed with caution. You have no idea what this guy's motives might be."

"If Adam wanted to hurt me or take advantage of me, he could have done so before now. I trust it all to God, Tiff. He's the one who sent Adam to help me and I'm trusting God to protect me, as well."

"If you say so. When are you coming home, anyway?"

Leave it to Tiffany to drop things the moment God is brought into it. "I'm not sure. I thought I'd go ahead and enjoy some vacation time while I'm here, and gear up for returning home. If I return home with the least bit of uncertainty, Kyle might guilt me into changing my mind."

"Ok. But remember, I'm not there to bail you out of any messes you might end up in."

"Gotcha. I'll be fine, I promise. It's when I return home that I'll need you to watch my back."

Tiffany laughed. "Yes, well…I'll be here. I need to go. Soccer practice just finished. The boys have their first game on Thursday."

"I'll be sure to call and see how things go, and to see if you received my package."

"Sounds good. Take care and I'll talk to you Thursday. Love ya, girl."

"Love you, too, Tiff. Give the boys hugs and kisses for me."

"Will do. Bye."

"B-bye."

Beth sighed as she clicked the phone off. What am I going to do about Tiffany, Lord? I sure wish she'd let go of her hurt and mistrust…give it all to You. Of course, how can I help her when my life is such a mess? Beth chuckled. You can, though. Can't You? I'm so glad. Thanks for all You do for me.

Lifting her fresh cup of hot tea, she stepped onto the large, screened-in porch.

Please keep Tiffany wrapped up in Your loving arms - even though she doesn't think she wants to be there. Please help Mom not to worry. Help her to trust You for my care. Please don't let her call the police. Continue to give me wisdom. Thanks!

Settling on the swing, she studied the sunset reflecting off the lush mountain-side trees. Peace washed over her as she listened to the gurgling of the stream. Lord, is this a little piece of heaven? Mmm…I wish it were mine. I think I could live here forever…

Chapter Fifteen, Where Do We Go From Here?

2008-08-15T11:52:00.004-04:00

Adam took a slow drink of his tea. Setting his cup down, he took a deep breath.

"Beth…I don't normally take stock in dreams…but I do think that nightmares can be linked to stress…I think this might be one of those cases."

All she could do was stare at him, wide-eyed, and swallow past the lump in her throat. Her heart palpitated and her eyes burned with unshed tears.

"Do you think you're in any real danger?"

Averting her eyes, she clenched her hands in her lap. "I don't think so."

"But, you're not sure?"

"I-I guess I'm not…I mean…how many girls convince themselves that it won't happen to them…then it does? I keep asking myself if I'm willing to take that risk."

"Are you?"

Taking a deep breath, she blew it out and shook her head. "No…I'm not."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Now…where do we go from here? Do you want to talk or do you want to work it out on your own?"

Beth hesitated. Once she spoke, the words could never be unspoken. What if I'm wrong? What if I'm over-reacting?

"Your secrets are safe with me, Beth. I hate seeing you like this. I'll help you any way I can."

She gave him a weak smile and said, "Thanks, Adam. You've been so great. I don't know what I'd do without you right now."

She picked up her cup with shaky hands and, trying to hold the tears at bay, sipped her tea. Taking a deep breath, she decided to take the plunge.

"Ok. Well…I'm not sure where to start."

He gave a nod of encouragement. "It's ok. How about starting with why you left home?"

"Ok. Well…I left because…because I was confused…unsure that Kyle is the right one for me, you know? I just needed some time away…to clear my head and talk it out with God.

"I've seen so many women blinded by their feelings for a guy that they end up in really bad situations. I don't want my life to be full of regrets." I just want to be loved…

Adam's thick brown eyebrows drew together. "What makes you think you'll have regrets? Is it something he's done, said, his attitude…what?"

Confusion. It spun around her like a whirlwind. She clamped her eyes. Focusing her thoughts, she drew in a calming breath.

"That's one of the things I've been thinking about. He seemed to change once we became engaged. He seems more…more…I don't know…more like my dad, I think. Not that I don't love my dad, but he's…well, Dad's rather excessive about wifely submission. And Kyle kind of…" She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze to her lap where her hands once again lay clenched. "…well…he started acting like a jerk, to be honest."

"Chauvinistic?"

Laughing a mirthless laugh, Beth shook her head. "I guess you could say that. I don't know…I'm not sure what to call it."

Sighing, tears welled in her eyes again. She blinked them back. "It got to where he would just take off for the weekend without telling me - he would just disappear. He acted like it was no big deal when I'd get upset about it. But, if I so much as went out to coffee or-or breakfast with one of my girlfriends without running it by him first, he'd blow.

"I can't imagine his anger with me right now. I'm afraid if he finds out where I am, he'll come after me to drag me home and I'll never hear the end of it. He…he has a way of…of saying things…things that make me feel…bad…or guilty over nothing…" Deep breaths, Beth…breathe… "…I just get so confused and feel so…so worthless."

A tear slipped out before she could stop it. She swiped at it and, sniffing, blinked back the rest.

Adam clenched his fists and raised them as if to strike the table. His jaw ticked and he glared past her. Taking a deep breath, he opened his hands and rested his palms on the table as if forcing himself to calm down.

"I don't know Kyle... I can't speak to his character. But…what I can tell you is that a man who seeks to honor the Lord never sets out to belittle the woman he loves. Not saying that he'll be perfect, but his goal is to treat her with honor."

When his eyes met hers, Beth's heart froze at the intensity of indignation that pooled in them.

"If Kyle makes a practice of humiliating you because you haven't lived up to his demands and unrealistic expectations, then I'd say you are right to get out of the situation. Relationships should be reciprocal and full of mutual respect."

Beth smiled a watery smile. "How did you get to be so wise? Your parents must set an awesome example for you."

Shrugging, he lifted the cup to his lips. "My dad's in heaven and my mom's crippled with a debilitating disease. But when Dad was alive, I never saw him complain about my mom's handicaps. He loved her and treated her like a princess.

"Even when he worked all day, came home, cooked supper, and took care of three kids, he always had smiles, gentle hugs, and kisses for Mom…brought her flowers now and then…constantly told her how blessed he was to have her love and the beautiful children she'd given him."

"Wow. That's so beautiful. She must miss him so much. You must miss him."

Finishing off his tea, he set his cup down and nodded. "Yes…we do. I try to care for Mom in a way that would make Dad proud. I have to admit that his shoes are some pretty big ones to fill." A tender smile lit his face.

"Sometimes I get to feeling peevish and selfish…Then, I remind myself what Mom lost when Dad died and I determine to make her as comfortable and happy as I can."

Swiping at her tears, Beth cleared her throat, but couldn't speak past her emotions. How wonderful it would be to be loved like that. That's what I want, Lord. Is it even possible? Is it too late for me?

Adam stood and held out a hand. "Come here, Beth. You're still trembling."

She stood on legs of noodles and Adam wrapped his arms around her. Holding her close, he rocked her gently.

Resting in the comfort of his embrace, she let the tears flow.

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Fourteen, A Strange Awakening

2008-07-24T17:17:00.003-04:00

Awareness crept over Beth as she struggled to pull herself from the darkness. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted….crickets chirped…bullfrogs croaked. A cool breeze blew across her causing chills to run through her. Unable to open her eyes, she reached for the ache in her chest. Drenched. Fear seized her anew. Forcing her eyes to open, she realized the room was dark. She reached next to her to discover empty air - no floor, no Adam…nothing.

Where am I?

As the numbness wore off, she pushed herself onto her elbows, feeling the soft surface beneath her. Bed…I'm in a bed. She looked around to see a digital clock on the nightstand read 4:45 a.m.

A breeze blew again and she looked toward the source. Seeing a window, she realized she was in her cottage bedroom. She sat on the bed's edge listening for another presence in the house. When she heard none, she reached over and snapped on the lamp to examine herself. Though her night gown was drenched, there was no blood…just sweat.

She tiptoed to the door and listened, confusion and uncertainty warring in her mind. She heard nothing. One by one, she crept through the cottage rooms, listened, then flipped on a light to examine every nook, every shadow for an intruder. Still, all was quiet.

Reaching the kitchen, she expected to find Adam's body lying on the floor, but it was clean…no Adam…no blood. Looking at the back door, she saw that it was locked.

Shuddering with another fierce chill, she decided to discard the wet, clinging gown. Once in the bathroom, she started the shower, peeled off the gown and stepped in - allowing the hot water to massage her stiff, achy muscles. Little by little, the tension drained away. Was it really just a dream? How could it be when it felt so real?

As the shock began to wear off, she allowed the tears to fall. Lord, what should I do? I'm so confused. I can't deal with this all alone. Please help me! Please, show me what to do.

Tears dried, she dressed and boiled a pot of water to make a cup of tea. Seeing the half empty plate of brownies, she wondered how much of what she recalled was a dream and how much was real. She struggled to shake off the remnants of fear that had paralyzed her and now left her trembling.

Her cup of tea half gone, she jumped when a knock sounded at her back door. She flipped on the outside light and saw Adam standing there, tethering his horse to the rail. Her heart hammered in her chest. He's ok…Adam's ok…Thank you, God…it must have been a dream.

Stepping onto the screened-in porch, she crossed it and unlatched the back door with shaky hands.

"Good morning. You're up early. Is everything ok?" Adam's eyes were clouded, his face pinched with worry.

A laugh trembled on her breath. "You show up here at 5:30 a.m. calling me the early bird?"

His serious expression didn't change. "An early morning ride is part of my routine. I saw the cottage all lit up and got worried." He stepped onto the porch and latched the door behind him. "You're trembling, Beth. What happened?"

Embarrassed and trying to make light of it, she shrugged. "Apparently, just a bad dream."

He cupped her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Want to talk about it?"

Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up into his face. She wanted to touch him…to hold him…to know that this was real and not a dream. Instead, she swallowed hard and offered him a cup of tea.

"Sure…sounds good," he said and followed her into the kitchen. Once inside, she turned to reach past him and bolt the door. A look of confusion passed over his face, but she stepped to the counter to pour his tea without comment.

When she stood at the counter with her back to him for longer than necessary, he walked up behind her and turned her to face him. "Talk to me, Beth. You're starting to freak me out."

Seeing the sincere concern in his eyes, a longing swept over her to be pulled into his arms. She wanted to feel safe…cherished…loved, and deep down she felt that Adam Blythe was the kind of man to make a woman feel that way.

Startled by her own musings, she took a step back only to bump into the counter. Flustered, she waved a hand toward the dinette table. "Let's sit, please…I-I need to sit."

Reaching past her, he picked up the cups of tea and stepped to the table. Beth followed with the cream and sugar. Once they both had their teas doctored, she took a deep breath and gave him a tremulous smile.

"So, tell me about this dream."

"It was so vivid that I'm having a hard time delineating between the dream and reality. Would you tell me what all we did yesterday when you stopped by to help me unload?"

"Ok…well, I brought the bags in and tried to talk you out of some fudge. You offered me brownies instead. We took the brownies and ice tea out on the back porch, we visited for a while, and then I went home."

Beth stared at the table, seeing the scene play out like he said. "Ok…I remember that. The dream was much the same up until the point where you grabbed a brownie."

As she relayed the dream, his expression went from shock to confusion to concern. By the time she reached the point where she awoke and he knocked on her back door, his expression was unreadable.

Apprehension crept up her spine as he stared into his tea with quiet contemplation for what seemed like an eternity. I shouldn't have told him. Panic clawed at her. He won't understand unless… Self-deprecation washed over her. She gulped. Now, I'll have to tell him everything…

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Thirteen, This Can't Be Happening...

2008-07-16T00:52:00.005-04:00

"Thanks for stopping by to help unload my shopping spree goodies." Beth smiled at Adam, whose arms were overflowing with bags. She enjoyed sharing lunch with him and was glad to extend their time together - even if just for a few minutes.

"Not a problem." He grunted as he smiled and shuffled his way to the front door of her cottage. She held it open as he squeezed through the entrance.

"Just drop those on the floor right inside my bedroom, please. Can I talk you into staying for some iced tea and brownies?"

"Brownies?" His face lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. "Wild mustangs couldn't drag me away." He stepped into her bedroom, set the bags down and turned to face her - keeping his hands behind his back.

Beth had to laugh. "I'm guessing you like brownies?"

"Almost as much as fudge," he said, wagging his eyebrows.

"Oh, no you don't." Realization dawned on her. "You're not going to eat a single bite of that fudge. That's for Tiffany and her boys." Hands on her hips, she tried to act fierce. "I see you trying to sneak my bag of fudge out of there, Adam Blythe. You put it back right now."

Pretending a deflated look, he exaggerated a sigh as he set the bag beside the others. "Ok, ok."

Mirth-filled laughter bubbled from somewhere deep inside. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this care-free and happy.

"Come on. Let's take the brownies and tea out on the back porch."

Following her into the kitchen, he stopped behind her and reached around to snitch a brownie. Peering sideways into his face, she opened her mouth to scold him for it when the back door flew open. Her eyes went wide. Adam wrapped his arms around her protectively. Trembling, she clutched his arm.

"Kyle. It's Kyle. This can't be happening."

Adam whipped around, leaving his body between Beth and Kyle. Reaching back, he grabbed her waist and pressed her against his back making it impossible for her to see or be seen.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Beth heard the steel in Adam's voice and knew he would brook no nonsense.

"I'll tell you what I want. I want your hands off my fiancé! Lizzy, who is this guy? Is he the reason you ran off and left me? 'Cause if he is, you're gonna both be sorry. You're mine, Lizzy-Beth…mine."

A fear she never knew existed crushed her in its grip, stealing her breath and turning her legs into noodles. She curled her fingers into Adam's shirt, pressing her face against his back.

"Look at me, Liz!" Kyle yelled, stepping inside the door and slamming it. "I won't put up with this!"

Pushing up on tip-toes, she peeked over Adam's shoulder and saw a mean looking hand-gun pointed directly at Adam's chest. No! Oh, dear God, what is he doing?

"K-Kyle. P-p-p-please…p-put that gun down. Don't be crazy. We c-can talk this out. Just, please…d-don't hurt anyone."

"Don't hurt anyone?" He scoffed, "…as in your boyfriend, here?"

She swallowed hard. "He-he's not my b-boyfriend. J-just a f-friend who's helping me out. Please, let him go."

Beth could tell by his rigid stance that Adam wasn't going anywhere, but she had to try. If Kyle wanted to hurt someone, it should be her - not Adam. Oh, God, please don't let him hurt Adam! Please, help us!

"Kyle." Adam's jaw ticked, but he kept his voice even. "Put the gun down. Kind of hard to convince a girl you love her with a gun pointed at her, don’t you think? There are better ways to deal with this."

Laughing a mirthless laugh, Kyle taunted as he waved his gun. "Tell, me…just how close are you with my fiancé, anyway? Are you in love with her? Huh? It's too bad if you are, because you…can't…have her! She's mine!"

The steely, possessive gleam in Kyle's eyes reminded her of his father the day she visited their home - the day she decided to leave town. It made her blood run cold. How could I have ever loved this man? How could I have been so blind?

"So, this is how you plan to win her back? With violence? No woman in her right mind would want you after this."

"Yeah? Well, whether she comes back with me or not remains to be seen. But, one thing is certain. She will never be yours!"

Before Beth knew what happened, Adam shoved her to the floor and the gun went off. As if in slow motion, she watched Adam's body fall beside her.

"NO! NO! Adam, NO!" Her wail echoed in her ears.

She shifted to kneel beside him, tears streaming down her face. She scooped up his head and cradled it in her lap, caressing his face.

"Adam. Speak to me. Please tell me you're not dead! Please, Adam, please."

No response. Head bent over his, she wept.

She heard Kyle's ragged breathing coming closer. The whine of his voice grated on her. "He can't have you, Lizzy. He can't. You're mine. Remember? You belong to me."

Beth shook her head as she sobbed over Adam's still form.

Steel entered his voice, cold and strong, "Where's your ring, Liz? You took it off. You took off your engagement ring! Big mistake Liz…big mistake! You see…if I can't have you, Lizzy-Beth…nobody will."

She looked up in time to see him raise the gun and pull the trigger. Hot, searing pain ripped through her. Fighting against the blackness that threatened to overtake her, she screamed. Then, darkness engulfed her.

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Twelve, Comfort Food

2008-06-26T09:26:00.003-04:00

Beth froze. No ring…no ring…no ring, echoed in her head. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. Her ears roared as her mind reeled and panic surged through her. Just when she thought she might faint, Adam squeezed her hand - bringing her back to her senses.

"I…It's not…" She swallowed hard.

Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "I haven't…broken off...the engagement…I just…I couldn't think straight with the ring on my finger. No-no matter how many miles I put between Kyle and me…the sight and-and feel of the ring seemed to-to bring me face to face with him…with the pain and confusion…I just had to put it away for now. Can you understand that?" Her lips trembled and her eyes searched his as her pounding heart pleaded that he would.

Adam reached across the table with his free hand and gently wiped away the tear she didn't realize had fallen.

"Beth…you don't owe me any explanation…and, yes, I understand," he said in a gentle voice, his gaze caressing her face. "Do you plan on staying around for a while?"

"Yes…I'm not really sure how long. Initially, I didn't know if I'd ever go home. I just wanted to get away. Now…well, I know I'll have to return at some point. For now, I'm just trying to enjoy a vacation before I have to go back."

Tracing the back of her hand with his thumb, he nodded and said, "Well, I'm here for you as long as you decide to hang around…for as long as you need me, if that's ok."

Relief washed over her and she knew her face lit in a smile. "That would be great."

Scrunching her brow in confusion, she said, "But…what do you mean? I thought…Aren't you…Ohhh!" Understanding dawned on her. "You live here…in Pigeon Forge."

Wearing a sheepish grin, he said, "Yes. Sorry. I didn't want to tell you when we first met. You were so skittish…I was afraid you might think I was stalking you."

Giggling, she said, "Guess I can't blame you. I was pretty paranoid."

"That's ok. A woman traveling alone should be extra cautious."

Sighing, she gave his hand a light squeeze and pulled away to close her menu. "Thanks. Shall we order? Chicken-n-dumplings sound real good right now."

"And I think I'll go with the pot roast." Stacking the menus together, he signaled the waitress.

Once they ordered, he reached across the table with open hands. "Shall we pray?"

Nodding, she placed her hands in his, absorbing the comfort and security their gentle strength brought, and bowed her head.

"Dear Father, we thank you that you have kept us safe in our travels and that you have brought us together in your providence. May I be the help and strength…the friend that Beth needs during this time. Give her wisdom, Lord, to make the right decisions concerning her future. We thank you for this food and pray that you will use it to strengthen our bodies for your service. In Christ's name and for His glory we pray these things…Amen."

"Amen."

She looked up and met his smile with her own. "Thanks."

Snatching a corn fritter from the basket left by the waitress, she took a bite and her eyes went wide. "Mmm. Wow…these are delicious. I've never tasted anything like it."

His grin spread from ear to ear. "I told you they were good." Taking a bite of his own fritter, he shook his head and said, "Mm, mm, good."

Beth laughed and Adam joined her. And as they laughed, all her tension drained away…

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Eleven, Old Mill Square

2008-06-13T10:37:00.001-04:00

Beth hummed a happy tune as she entered the restaurant. Browsing the shops at Old Mill Square proved to be a great tonic for her gloomy mood. Guilt had nipped at her as she fell into a fitful sleep last night and greeted her when she awoke. She should be focused on what to do about Kyle, not busy wondering when she might hear from Adam again. Window shopping had been just the thing to take her mind off it all.

She loved the Candy Kitchen. Their fudge is melt-in-your-mouth-heaven. Her mouth watered just thinking about it. And watching the taffy-pulling was so much fun. She toted two pounds of each with plans to send some to Tiffany and her kids. She could imagine their face splitting grins when they opened their package.

And Adam was right about Pigeon River Pottery. They have the most beautiful color schemes and designs on pottery that I've ever seen. I think I'll send a couple pieces to Mom. And I just have to buy some pieces for my hope chest!

Her heart squeezed at the thought. Ignoring the pain, she focused on following the hostess who led her to a window seat. Just outside, ran Little Pigeon River. She could see a wide, low waterfall downstream that turned the mill.

Opening the menu, her phone trilled. She dug through her purse to retrieve it and smiled wide when she saw caller ID. Flipping it open, she said, "Hey, stranger! What's up?"

"Hey, yourself. Just calling to see how your shopping trip is going." Adam sounded more rested and cheery today.

"Actually, I finished my shopping and just sat down to grab a bite at the Old Mill Restaurant. Have to try those corn fritters," she smiled to herself.

"You're at the restaurant? Where did they seat you?"

"I think I'm on the highest platform in the back…next to the windows overlooking the river."

"Awe…nice view, isn't it? That's my favorite spot."

"It's beautiful. Thanks for the recommendation."

"You're welcome. Have you decided what to eat?"

"No. Everything looks so good. I'm debating between the Southern Fried Catfish, and the Old Mill Chicken and Dumplings. Have any suggestions?"

"All of their food is tasty. Just go with whatever you're hungriest for."

Beth giggled. "You've tried it all, have you?"

"You could say that." Adam chuckled. "By the way, what do you think of the deer head hanging on the wall by the entryway?"

Beth looked up and gasped. Then, laughing to cover her embarrassment, she said. "Its not a bad looking deer head, but I must be seeing things. His hunter looks a little too real and an awful lot like you."

She watched as his grin spread from ear to ear and he crossed the room in a few easy strides.

"I thought you were going home. How did you end up here?"

Stopping next to her table, his eyes seemed to drink in the sight of her. "Thought I'd swing by and see if I could catch you. Mind if I join you?"

Realization that they were still talking into their phones dawned on her. She flipped her phone shut and smiled. "Guess we don't need these anymore." Tucking it inside her purse, she gestured to the opposite chair and said, "I'd love for you to join me. Please…have a seat."

Adam placed his phone back in its holster and sat. Leaning forward, he folded his tanned, muscular arms on the table and spoke with a soft intensity. "It's good to see you, Beth."

"Thanks. It-it's good to see you, too."

Feeling her face flush, she turned her gaze back to the menu that lay open on the table. When she started picking at the corner of her napkin, he scooped up her hand and began tracing his thumb across her fingers. Stunned by the intimate contact and unable to pull away, she stared at him wide-eyed.

His gaze pierced hers as he raised his eyebrows and said, "What's this? No ring?"

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Ten, An Unexpected Call

2008-06-02T01:09:00.004-04:00

Beth stepped through the back door, arms loaded with flowers from the yard. Hearing her phone ring she dashed to the kitchen counter, laid the flowers down and scooped up the phone. Her heart caught at the sight of her caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Beth. How are you?" A deep, smooth voice resonated in her ear.

"Adam," she breathed. "Hi…I'm fine. And you?

"I'm ok…tired…ready to go home."

"Oh? Are you still at your buddy's?"

"Yep. I'm packing up, though…heading home tomorrow. Do you like your cottage?"

"Like it? I LOVE it! Thank you, so much! It's so cozy and beautiful…I could stay here forever. I've spent the last two days simply enjoying the solitude. Betty stocked my frig so full, I could get by without shopping for a week." Beth laughed, feeling a little giddy.

"Good…I'm glad. You sound more relaxed and happy. If you do decide to take in some sites, there's a brochure at the land office about Smoky Mountain National Park."

"Thanks…I'll get to that, I just needed some alone time, first."

"I understand. Has it helped?"

"Oh, yes…I think my muddled brain has finally cleared enough for me to think straight."

"Good. I've been praying for you. Remember…I'm here if you need a friend…someone to talk to."

"Thanks, Adam. That means a lot."

"Do you plan to attend church Sunday?"

"Yes. Betty invited me to go with them. She tried to get me out of the house today, but I told her I needed at least one more day of quiet. I might go browse the Old Mill Square tomorrow. She said there's a local pottery shop there?"

"Yes. Pigeon River Pottery…You'll love it. They have beautiful pieces made out of area clay. There's also a General Store, several gift shops, a candy shop, and you have to eat at the Old Mill Restaurant. They make the best corn fritters, Beth. Mmm…just thinking about them makes my mouth water."

Men and their stomachs…Giggling, she said, "Sounds like that's where I'll be eating. Too bad you won't be here to enjoy them with me."

Adam laughed…a deep, rich laughter that wrapped her in warmth. "Sure…torture me, why don't you."

"Sorry," she said, hearing the smile in her own voice.

"Sure you are." He chuckled and then sighed. "Well…I hate to go, but I need to finish packing so I can start early tomorrow."

"I understand. Thanks for calling."

"No problem. I told you I'd call if I didn't hear from you."

"That you did and I appreciate it. We'll talk again soon?"

"You can count on it."

"Great. Be careful going home."

"I will." Adam's voice grew soft and tender. "Take care, Beth…I'll talk to you soon."

"Alright…You take care, too…Bye, Adam." Beth heard the breathiness in her own voice, but she couldn't seem to help herself. Adam was the most amazing guy she'd ever met. Thoughts of Kyle threatened to intrude, but she pushed them aside. Thanks for giving me a friend in Adam, Lord…

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Nine, Peace and Pain

2008-05-16T03:45:00.005-04:00

Beth stepped onto the expansive screened-in porch. Warming her hands around her teacup, she settled on the porch swing and stared at the mountain surrounding the back of the cottage. A blue mist rose from the creek and dissipated part-way up the mountain. The sun peeked out, casting filtered light across the lawn. What a glorious spring day!

Lifting the cup to her lips, she caught sight of her ring. Pain ripped through her, tearing at her heart. Oh, Lord. I don't know what to do. I'm so lost…so numb with pain. I never thought a person's heart could actually break...Mine is not only broken, it's shattered. What do I do?

A single tear slipped down her cheek…A second one rolled down the other.

Standing, she went inside and headed for the bedroom. She walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Reaching behind her Bible, she pulled out a jewelry box, opened it and placed it on the nightstand.

Lord, I don't know if this is the right thing to do…I can't think straight. Every time I look at this I become swamped with confusion and pain. I just can't take it any more. If I'm going to make the right decisions, I have to be completely free. And as long as I wear this, I’m still tied to Kyle. I can't keep making decisions based on how Kyle would react. I have to do this.

She placed the ring in the box and wrapped it in a handkerchief. Stuffing it behind her Bible, she shut the drawer. There…I'm not Kyle's property. I belong to God and God alone. I need to find myself…find who God wants me to be…what He wants me to do.

Determined, she swiped away the tears and went to fix something to eat. She found a breakfast casserole in the refrigerator and warmed a portion in the microwave.

"I need to call Tiffany and tell her about this place. She and the boys would love it here. I almost wish I could share it with them." She sighed as loneliness nipped at her. The Holy Spirit whispered to her heart, reminding her of God's presence.

Smiling, she bowed over her meal. "Oh, Father…thank you for loving me and staying with me no matter what. Thank you for providing this food. Please help Tiffany to see how wonderful You are and how much she needs You. Help my parents to not worry. And please, help me to make right decisions from this point on. I'm starting over, Lord. Help Kyle, too. Help him to see his errors…help him to follow your Word instead of the misconceptions he's been taught. And please bless Adam for his kindness and keep him safe. For Jesus' sake…"

Wanting to keep her communion open with God, she let her prayer trail off and took a bite. "Mmm…" Thank you, Lord, for Betty's kindness. Please bless her and Jerry.

Taking another bite, "Mmm…" This casserole is heavenly…

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Eight, A Charming Welcome

2008-05-12T16:01:00.004-04:00

"Beth! It's pure pleasure meetin' ya. I'm Jerry's wife and I'm so glad you came to see us. Jerry is gettin' the keys and map to the cottage. I've already been up there warshin' and gettin' it ready for ya," she rattled on, waving her hands in exaggerated gestures. "It's sparkling like a new penny. Now, you just sit yerself down here and I'll go collect of cup of tea for ya. Jerry will be with you shortly."

Before she could utter a word, the woman bustled out of the room and Jerry burst in. Without so much as an introduction, Jerry laid the map on the table and explained the layout of the cabins. A steaming cup of tea appeared in front of her. She smiled at the woman as Jerry continued pointing out markers.

"Let's get you settled, little girl," he said, handing her the map as she took her third sip of tea. Grabbing a jacket off the hat-rack next to the front door, Jerry motioned for Beth to follow. "Adam gave strict instructions to take extry special care of ya…get ya to the cottage so you could rest up from yer trip."

"Now, there's no need for ya to go out and find food tonight, Beth. I cooked up a few things and stocked yer frig. If ya get lonely, just come on over to our house about six o'clock and share a meal with us. You can always use the other food later. And, by the way, my name is Betty - short for Elizabeth, ya know."

Beth smiled over her shoulder as she headed for the door and said, "I'm Beth - short for Elizabeth, and I'm glad to meet you. I'll call first if I decide to join you for dinner. Thanks for your hospitality."

Hustling out the door, Beth ran to her car to avoid being left behind by Jerry. She smiled to herself. He's spry for a man who must be well into his seventies.

Following him through the gate and down the road, they passed what looked like a homey log cabin for two. That must be Jerry and Betty's house. As the minutes ticked by, her car registered about fifteen miles from the gate when they rounded a corner and came to a beautiful cottage tucked into an alcove of the mountain.

Beth gasped. She couldn't believe the beauty of the place. Tall green grass sprinkled with wildflowers carpeted the valley floor. Lush, green trees with colorful blooms peeking out at her covered the mountains. The house looked like a stone, gingerbread cottage dropped straight out of a fairytale. The well groomed lawn encircled the house and led to a creek out back. Running along the base of the mountain, the creek cut through the road and gurgled across the valley.

A sense of belonging wrapped around Beth's heart. As she stepped from her car and followed Jerry to the front door, she sighed. I could stay here forever…

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Seven, Pigeon Forge Or Bust

2008-05-05T21:08:00.003-04:00

Beth stressed about her conversation with Tiffany all the way to Nashville. Worse than that, the more miles she put between herself and Kyle the more relieved…and confused…she grew. If she really loved him, wouldn't she miss him…want to turn around and go home?

Their last conversation flicked through her mind and she cringed. Kyle's mom seemed happy living that kind of life, but she wasn't so sure it was for her. His recent behavior told her it wasn't. Kyle made it plenty clear that as her husband he would be obeyed without question. The steel in his eyes sent chills down her spine. She agreed whole-heartedly that the man leads the home, but not the way he had in mind.

The mere thought of the humiliation Kyle's mother must have endured through the years made her sick to her stomach. A wife is a helper - not a slave, not a dog, and not another one of the kids. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel.

Tears spilled down her cheeks. She loved him. But, that love combined with this new side of Kyle tore her heart to shreds. How could she live without him? But how could she live with…this…man he revealed himself to be? Maybe I only love the man I thought he was. Does the Kyle I love even exist?

Confusion settled around her heart. She forced herself to put all thoughts of him out of her mind and focus on the moment at hand. She skirted Nashville and headed toward Cookeville where she planned to stop for food and gas.

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Pulling out onto I-40, Beth noticed the landscape beginning to change. A deep, blue haze stood as a backdrop to the gradual rise and fall of the land. As the mountains came into view, she thought of nothing except the awesomeness of God and his creation.

About three o'clock, Pigeon Forge emerged. Spotting a Wal-mart, she pulled over and retrieved the business card from Adam. She dialed the number and waited for someone at the land office to answer.

"Hello?" A gruff, male voice resonated through the phone.

"Hi. I'm trying to reach Jerry Sanders."

"This is Jerry. What can I do for ya?"

"I'm Beth Gallagher. A man named Adam Blythe--"

"Yep! Adam said to be expecting a call from ya today." His voice warmed as though she were a long lost friend. "I reckon ya need directions to the office. Where ye at?

"Wal-Mart."

"Ok…"

As he rattled off directions, Beth scribbled - hoping she would be able to read them. "Thanks! I'm on my way."

Twenty minutes later, she pulled into a small gravel lot with a log cabin posing as a land office. A valley lay to her right with mountains wrapping it in lush greenery. She knocked on the door to find herself pulled inside and smothered in a bear hug by a plump woman with a personality that could warm the sun.

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Six, A Friends Advice

2008-04-14T15:13:00.004-04:00

Beth slapped the alarm clock…the one that wasn't there. What? Huh? Rising on her elbow, she switched on the lamp and blinked twice. My phone…

"He-hello?"

"Good morning, sleepy head!" a familiar voice chirped.

"Tiffany?"

"Yep. Sorry I didn't return your call last night. Justin had a basketball tournament."

"No problem," she stifled a yawn.

"So how's your trip?"

"Fine…though, I ran out of gas about a mile from a station yesterday," she giggled.

Tiffany groaned, "That's exactly what I was afraid of. What am I going to do with you?" She laughed.

"Not much you can do right now…unless you've decided to get back into the praying business."

"Right! Have you called Kyle, yet?"

"No, but I sent him and my parents a postcard yesterday."

"Chicken! You're afraid he'll haul you home."

"You know it! The whole purpose of this trip is to be alone…have time to figure things out. Please! Don't give this number to an-y-one."

"Boy! Don't I feel special!"

Beth laughed, "I know you aren't going to hunt me down and drag me home."

"I'll try to keep the hounds at bay. Just make sure you keep in touch with me and try to enjoy yourself. You need a vacation. I called in a sub for you. I'll hold your position as long as I can."

"Thanks, Tiff. Hopefully, I won't need more than a couple weeks."

"That remains to be seen. Listen, I need to go. A wave of customers just flooded through the bank doors. Call me if you need a job reference."

"A job reference?"

"Yep! If you stay away very long, you'll need a source of income. I can't see you working this out in two weeks and I want you to take your time! It never pays to rush into marriage, Beth…especially one you already have qualms about. You don't want to end up like me…raising kids alone. Make sure the love you share with Kyle is the kind that lasts a lifetime."

"Thanks for the advice, Tiff! I won't forget it. I better click off and get down the road. I'm hoping to make it to ---"

"Don't tell me where you're going." Tiffany cut her off. "That way I can plead honest ignorance."

"Ok. Thanks, Tiff!"

"Anytime! Take care of yourself and no more running out of gas. Watch that gauge!" She reprimanded.

Beth laughed, "I'll try, but you know how bad I am about that."

"Yeah! Like, how many times have I had to bring you gas twenty minutes before opening the bank? Ugh!"

"I know…and you're always so good to do it without complaint," she grinned.

Tiffany laughed, "Right! Take care…catch you later.

"Alright…b-bye."

Beth glanced at the clock. "7:15? Argh! I better shower and hit the road."

Her stomach knotted with worry. Kyle must be on a war path by now.

Stepping into the shower, the remembrance of Adam's reassuring smile…his deep, soothing voice…I'll pray for you…bathed her soul, washing the tension down the drain…

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Five, Adam Blythe

2008-03-21T12:52:00.003-04:00

"I never did introduce myself. I'm Adam Blythe."

Beth smiled. "It's nice meeting you. I'm Beth Gallagher." She gestured for him to sit.

"Thanks. I noticed your Missouri tags. Are you in town on a visit?"

Wariness swirled in the pit of her stomach. Get a grip, Elizabeth. If he were out to hurt you, he already had his chance. "No… just passing through. How about you?"

"I'm visiting a college buddy."

They ate in silence a few minutes before he pointed to her ring. "I'm surprised your fiancé let you out of his sight."

Startled, she gave him a questioning look. "Is that a typical male attitude?"

Adam studied her as he finished his taco. "It's normal for a man to be protective. Some guys go beyond protective, though…becoming obsessive."

Still pensive, Beth stared down at her empty burrito wrapper.

"You ok?" Adam's voice spoke low and tender.

Squinting out the window, a wave of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. How could she explain to a stranger the uncertainties that plagued her?

"I don't know." Her voice sounded soft and far away…lost…even to her own ears.

"Is he abusive?"

Hearing the steel in his voice, Beth turned to study him. Though his jaw clenched, gentleness exuded from him. That feeling of trust swept over her again and she gave him a weak smile.

"Kyle might be a little on the obsessive side. I left town and told him later. He would drag me home if he knew where to find me. I just needed some time away to think and pray…clear my head and make sure…" She winced and started gathering her trash.

Walking her out, Adam said, "Are you headed for the Smokies?"

"So what else has God told you about me," she smiled.

Adam chuckled, "Just a guess."

"Yes…I'm planning to stay at Pigeon Forge."

"Perfect. I have connections in Pigeon. Here…take this card." He scribbled a note on the back. "Give this to Jerry Sanders in the land office. He'll take care of you. There's a small cabin just outside of town that would be perfect for you…cheaper than a hotel and a lot homier."

"I can't thank you enough for all you've done." She took the card, slid into her car and lowered the window.

"Not a problem." He leaned both hands on the door. "Be safe…I'll be praying for you." His eyes and voice emanated warmth, sincerity.

Where were you two years ago, Adam Blythe? Beth swallowed and blinked back the moisture creeping into her eyes.

"Call if you need anything."

"I'll do that."

"Good. Remember…I have your number. If I don't hear from you, I'll call to check on you." He winked and backed away. "Bye, now."

"B-bye."

One last look in the rearview mirror told her that Adam stood on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching her leave. Loneliness crept over her. Lord, thank you for sending Adam to help. Please don't leave me. Keep me safe… and please bless Adam…

Chapter Four, Guardian Angel?

2008-03-03T22:09:00.003-05:00

Tap, tap, tap. "Hello…Miss…Are you ok?"

Beth eased her head off the steering wheel, waves of terror surging through her. Looking out the window, a pair of dark blue eyes locked onto hers. Her ears roared as she tried to steady her breathing.

"Are you ok?" His deep, smooth voice soothed her nerves. The obvious concern in his eyes called for trust.

Taking a calming breath, she told herself to get a grip and gave him a shaky smile.

"Are you out of gas?"

She nodded, dumb-struck by this man sent from God to rescue her. Of average height, he stood at five feet and ten inches with a broad chest. Black curly hair framed a tanned face, enhancing the dark blue of his eyes.

"I'll run down to the station and get you a couple gallons. Lock your doors. No telling what kind of weirdoes are running around."

Crinkling her brows in confusion, she said, "My doors are locked."

A slow smile spread across his rugged face as he reached over and opened her door. Beth's eyes went wide with horror and shock. A low, rumbling chuckle emanated from him as he squatted beside her.

"It's a good thing I'm not the weirdo," he said with quiet gentleness. "I'll be back in about ten minutes with your gas. I won't leave you here alone for long."

In a sweeping glance, she took in his stained and faded jeans, ragged flannel shirt, and mud caked steel toed boots. An imprint in his curls indicated that he must have left a ball cap in his truck.

"Will you be ok?"

"Um…sure…" She cleared her throat. "Thank you…I'll lock my doors and wait."

"Good. Sit tight. I'll be right back." Standing, he closed the door and waited for her to lock up before walking to his truck.

As rattled as she felt by the stranger's appearance, she felt bereft as he pulled away. Panic setting in, she prayed until he returned and emptied the gas into her tank.

"Alright, little lady...you're all set. That should get you to the station."

His gentle manners wrapped her in a blanket of security…a feeling quite foreign to her of late.

"Thanks, again. I'm so glad God sent you to help. You would think I'd learn to watch my gauge more closely." She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

His chuckle rumbled in her ear. "So this is routine for you, is it? No biggie. Glad I was here to help."

His eyes landed on her engagement ring and disappointment flickered across his face. With a strained smile, he said "If you're ready now, I'll follow you over. I was heading that way myself."

Her face lit with a smile as she said, "I'm ready…thank you."

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Beth paid for her gas and went next door to Taco Bell for supper. She sat staring out the window as she munched on her burrito. Ruminating over the day's events, she caught his reflection in the window.

"Mind if I join you?"

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Three, Paducah Or Bust?

2008-02-22T00:31:00.002-05:00

"Dear Mom and Dad, Just dropping you a line so you won't worry. I'm gone on vacation. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I'll be in touch. Love, Beth."

Beth stamped the postcard and slid it through the mail slot. She drummed her fingers on the counter, wrestling with the idea of sending her fiancé, Kyle, the same message. Her stomach churned at the thought of talking to him in any form at the moment. She picked up the other post card of the St. Louis Arch and tapped it on the counter. Pivoting, she snatched her purse and headed out the door.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, she halted. Ok…if I don't do it now, I'll have to do it later. If he knows where I'm at, he'll come looking for me. Do I really want him showing up at the Smokies to drag me home? No…better to get this over with now.

Walking back in, she pulled out her pen and wrote. "Dear Kyle, I'm gone on vacation. I just needed some time away to clear my head and listen for God's voice. Please forgive any worry this may cause you. Please understand! This is just something I need to do. Love, Beth."

Addressing and stamping it, she slid it through the mail slot before she could change her mind. A glance at her watch told her St. Louis traffic was starting up and she needed to get on her way. She hoped to make it to Paducah by dinner time.

Settling her purse in the passenger seat, she took out her new cell phone and placed it on the console. She had stepped into the cell phone store to window shop, but found a steal on prepaid phones. It's so cool! Why didn't I ever get one before? Duh! Money. Well, now it's a necessity.

Consulting her map, she wound her way to I-64 and headed out of town. Just past the half-way point, she turned down I-57, then on to I-24. Checking her gas gauge, she wondered if she would need to stop before she reached Paducah. Well past the last town prior to Paducah, she realized she wasn't going to make it all the way. She needed gas now.

Oh Lord, please let there be a station soon!

Hope rose in her chest when she spotted an exit advertising a gas stop. Taking the exit, she followed the sign right. One mile…please hold out for one more mile. A half mile later the car sputtered to a stop.

"Great! Just great! I have a cell phone, but nobody to call. I can't dial 911 over an empty gas tank. But, a half-mile walk in the middle of nowhere? Not a good idea."

Resting her forehead on the steering wheel, tears welled up in her eyes.

Tap, tap, tap!

The air froze in her lungs. Tilting her head, she saw a man peering in at her. Dear God, help me!

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter Two, En Route

2008-02-07T11:57:00.001-05:00

"So, where are you headed?"

"No where in particular." Beth shrugged. "Just need a vacation."

Tiffany hesitated as if considering her words. "Well…normally, I wouldn't accommodate an employee so easily - especially at the last moment like this. But, you're a faithful worker. I think this is the first time you've asked off in over three years. And…you always take shifts for others. You've definitely earned some time off…"

Beth let silence reign, waiting for Tiffany to continue.

"Have any idea when you'll be back?" Tiffany's eyes pinned her.

Beth cringed. "Honestly? No…I've no idea."

Studying her for a full minute, Tiffany softened in understanding as she nodded, "Don't do anything stupid, Beth. You know you can call me anytime for any reason. I really wish you would invest in a cell phone. I'd worry less."

"Maybe I'll get one down the road somewhere." Beth trembled as she stuffed her cash into her purse. What would it be like to be as self-assured and matter-or-fact as Tiffany? "I'll call and let you know if I do."

"Do you still have my cell and home numbers?"

Tiffany knew of Beth's dilemma. Did she suspect that she was running? Panic clutched at her, sucking the air from her lungs.

"Yes, they're in my purse. I'll be fine…really. Thanks for everything." Gripping Tiffany in a brief hug, she hastened out the door without a backward look.

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A shrieking siren flew down the road and broke Beth out of her haze. Swallowing her last bite of burrito, she piled all her trash on the tray and got up to throw it away.

After leaving the bank where she worked in Kansas City, Beth had headed east. She stopped in Columbia to grab some lunch and route her trip before moving on.

Climbing in her car, she flipped to the full page map of the United States in her road atlas and looked it over. Mountains…I think I'll head to some mountains. The Appalachians are east, but it's huge…a lot of places to choose from? Trailing her finger from top to bottom of the mountain range, her finger rested on the Smoky Mountains.

"Smokies…they're closer than any other part of the mountain range and I've always wanted to see them… OK…Let's see how far I can get today."

Having determined to travel no more than five hundred miles a day, she traced her finger over a route to the Smoky Mountains - calculating the miles as she went. Nashville is almost six hundred miles from Kansas City... I could stop at Paducah, Kentucky. That would be just over four hundred miles.

"Hmm... Well, let's give Paducah a shot."

Jotting down the names of highways and towns where she would need to turn, she placed her list within easy reach. She filled up with gas and started toward St. Louis.

"Lord, please guide me. Thank You for going with me…" Filling with anticipation, she death-gripped the steering wheel and pulled out. "Smoky Mountains…here I come."

~Linnette R Mullin

Chapter One, Decision Made

2008-01-30T17:08:00.004-05:00

Beth hugged her sides as she paced the dreary bedroom. Her entire body trembled as every hurt…past and present…rolled over her, wave upon wave. Her legs wobbled like gelatin. She wondered what kept them from giving out.

How many nights had she spent trying to figure out what to do? Oh, how she wanted to run away…skip town…go where nobody knew her…and start fresh. But, should she? Her stomach knotted with apprehension.

The thought of worrying her family stopped her at every turn. It didn't matter that she left home…refused to speak to her dad. They knew she was safe and that was enough to sedate her conscience. Besides, at twenty-three she's plenty old enough to be on her own.

But, could she leave town? She had no cell phone, little money, and no destination. If only there were someone I could go to…someone who understands me.

Even her fiancée didn't seem to understand her. In fact, he's part of the problem…part of why she wanted to leave.

Kyle. He's the one for me. Right? My one true love? So, why does he have to be so difficult? Why does he…

Growing dizzy with panic, Beth started packing.

Dear God, I need to get away where I can hear your voice and feel your presence again. Please help me. I don't want to worry anyone, but I can't stay here any longer. Maybe I'm running away from my problems, but I have to do something. Everyone I talk to has answers that don't tell me anything. I need to hear You, and I can't with all these other voices crowding in.

Beth packed everything she thought necessary for living. The rest of her belongings, she stored in the boxes she brought when she moved into the Becker's basement apartment. Then, she sat on the edge of her bed and wrote them a note. She didn't tell them she was leaving town. Just that she was moving.

…Thanks for allowing me to stay in your home the past few months. I'll never forget your kindness and Christian hospitality. Don't worry about me. I'm in God's hands. He'll take care of me. Please remember that I'll keep you in my heart always…

Hands shaking, Beth managed to stuff the letter into its envelope, address it and leave it on her nightstand. Making sure every last detail was taken care of, she crawled into bed. Tomorrow she would cash her paycheck at work, empty her bank account, and then leave town.

She wasn't sure where she would go. There will be time enough to figure that out tomorrow. Burrowing deeper into the safety of her covers, she fell into an exhausted sleep.

~Linnette R Mullin